[Verse] Creaking boards beneath the sky, the timber bends and sways, Grandfather’s hands, worn and wise, guide mine through the haze. Echoes of a distant past, whispered in the grain, Building up this hidden world, where memory remains. [Pre-Chorus] Silent laughter in the wind, shadows softly fall, Every nail and every beam a story to recall. [Chorus] Raise the walls, lift the dreams, up where the tall trees grow, In this house made of time and hope, where only we can go. Hold the light, catch the sky, in the quiet we belong— A place carved by our hands, a gentle, lasting song. [Verse] Sunlight fades through branches thin, painting golden hues, Grandfather’s voice, steady tune, a calm and steadfast muse. Wood and heart entwined as one, a secret built to keep, Whispers float between the leaves, where memories sleep. [Pre-Chorus] Silent laughter in the wind, shadows softly fall, Every nail and every beam a story to recall. [Chorus] Raise the walls, lift the dreams, up where the tall trees grow, In this house made of time and hope, where only we can go. Hold the light, catch the sky, in the quiet we belong— A place carved by our hands, a gentle, lasting song. [Bridge] When the years have drifted on, and we’re shadows in the breeze, This treehouse stands against the night, a whisper in the trees. Close your eyes, hear my voice, feel the strength we gave— Roots run deep in tender hands, oh, the love we save. [Chorus] Raise the walls, lift the dreams, up where the tall trees grow, In this house made of time and hope, where only we can go. Hold the light, catch the sky, in the quiet we belong— A place carved by our hands, a gentle, lasting song. [Outro] A gentle, lasting song... A place where we belong...