David Gibb - Tree House Lyrics

I don't want to live in a tent,
A house is too small and I can't afford the rent,
A caravan would roll away,
I think that I would rather spend my days in a

Tree house, of my own, a house in a tree that I call my own,
Living up here in the trees, enjoying the view and enjoying the evening breeze

I'd take my bed and TV, all the way to the top of my tree,
There'd be water pipes running through the bark,
Fire flies to light the dark in my

Tree house, of my own, a house in a tree that I call my own,
Living up here in the trees, enjoying the view and enjoying the evening breeze

Oh, what will we do, when the storm comes in, and the rain comes in,
And the branches start to shake and wake all the people sleeping out in the town,
I guess we better hold on tight, and wait for the storm to blow over,
We better hold on tight and wait for the storm to blow over

Who wants a semi-detached, a bungalow or a basement flat?
If you wanna house that lives and breathes,
Then you're all invited to live with me in my

Tree house, of my own, a house in a tree that I call my own,
Living up here in the trees, enjoying the view and enjoying the evening breeze
Tree house, of my own, a house in a tree that I call my own,
Living up here in the trees, enjoying the view and enjoying the evening breeze