Build me a tree house, tucked in the corner of the woods;
High above the forest trail A secret Latibule.
Give me crystal cups to catch the shooting stars,
And a lamp made of moonbeam to light up the glass.
Open up the gables to let the fairy folk in,
Pixies and brownies and elves and queens.
And a little fireplace to warm up the chilly nights,
A cot made of straw to cuddle to you tight;
Will brew us some tea, poured in glasses for two..
Make me a tree house and I will fall in love with you.
Build me a treehouse across the merry brook
Far from the madding crowd , where all the whispers troop.
Let the echoes pluck the strings, of the canopy chords,
To which the robin orchestrates, the music to it’s words:
Open up the window to see the icicles grow,
They chant in the frosty weather, the spells of fairy snow.
Up above the sky so high , the countless brimming sea
On sleepless new moon nights our music they shall be.
I could be waltzing in your arms ,till the blackness turns to blue
Would you make me a tree house…. And let me fall for you?