See love was not her style she'd rather go it alone, than end up with some broken story to be told.
She said that love comes easy too all of those who are brave, but she never had the courage to give her heart away
But, you'll hear her sing
Let's climb the trees and build ourselves a home, a home
We'll run with the breeze and only we will know, know
She longed to tell a story, but when paper met pen, her mind had gone wondering and taken all the ink
Now this girl she felt ready, for love and all of its spells, but she didn't get the logic, when they said the heart means well.
But, you'll hear her sing
Let's climb the trees and build ourselves a home, a home
We'll run with the breeze and only we will know, know