Upon the hill you'll see
The house we built on this tree
Out of oak planks and rough ropes
The young age of dreams and hopes

With dirty arms and soiled clothes
We traveled lands and meadows
Hunting for a lone home
Where animals freely roams

You and I on this treehouse
Running away to the deck
You and I on this treehouse
Drifting slowly to a wreck

Hunting for a lone home
Where animals freely roams

Freely roams