Treehouse

The sun is shining bright, the ground covered in clover

Can you hear the birds they're singing

Shouting loud the winter's over

Like every year we used to run into the woods beside the house where memories were made

Just me and my mate fooling around to escape

We explored the wilderness, discovered long forgotten lands

We build the biggest tree house upon the hill, created memories with our hands

As summer slowly passed, we were laying in the grass

Uncertainty in our heads cause we clearly knew, that this trip would be our last

With mud from head to toe, we watched each other grow