There was a girl fair and young
Had a house built up among
A place where birds live in leaves and limbs
Out the window she could see
Brother's war and make believe
In this house she thought herself to be at home
In time the wind goes on a prowl
To conform the trees all bow
And loose hold of a world the girl had known
Now joy is mixed with fear
And love lets loose a tear
For how a home comes crashing down during a storm
A lady walks a winding dale
And visits ground where soldiers fell
Remembering a home made up in the trees
There near the roots and on its own
Was a house unfit for home
But now a heart willing to build upon the ground
