House Wren

I'm a house wren, huntin' for a house

I haven't found one, I'm on the lookout

For a home to call my own

A private residence

Through the grapevine I heard an empty gourd

Is hanging up somewhere on some old lady's porch

I'll pack my bags, and off I'll go

To my new humble abode

I'm gonna sing

At the top of my lungs

'Cause it's a beautiful day

I'm gonna spread my wings

'Cause as far as I know

I am halfway home

I'm a house wren who needs a summer home

A country farmhouse or a quiet bungalow

Not too big, and not too small

First rate real estate

I got my eyes peeled for a window box

An old tin can, a boot or a flower pot

I'll pack my bags, and off I'll go

To my new humble abode

I'm gonna sing

At the top of my lungs

'Cause it's a beautiful day

I'm gonna spread my wings

'Cause as far as I know

I am halfway home

I'm a house wren, still huntin' for a house

But I got a song and a lot to sing about

I'll pack my bags, and off I'll go

Because you know

I'm gonna sing

At the top of my lungs

'Cause it's a beautiful day

I'm gonna spread my wings

I'm on top of the world

And it's a beautiful thing

I'm gonna sing

At the top of my lungs

'Cause it's a beautiful day

I'm gonna spread my wings

'Cause as far as I know

I am halfway home

I am halfway home