Grandpa’s woods were tall and dark.
They made for us a world apart.
A world where we could make believe.
A world where we could dream.
The tree house was a wondrous ship.
The perfect place to start each trip
To anywhere we’d care to go
That only children know.
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And I was the girl in the tree house.
And you were the boy who captured me .
And time was a game, a magical game, in the tree house.
The summers came and went so fast.
Enchanted days that could not last.
We grew up and moved away.
Like some unfinished play.
Goodbye to the girl in the tree house...
Pirates and mermaids. Ladies and lords.
Dinosaur hunters. Sashes and swords.
Pink lady slippers. On the lawn it was Tuesday.
In the woods there was no time.
And now by chance we meet again.
The years have changed us both, but then
It seems that you remember too
The innocence we knew.
When I was the girl in the tree house.
And you were the boy who captured me.
And life's still a game, a magical game.
In the tree house.
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2023