Every plant given life by his hands
Every stone placed to build pathways in the sand
There's a magical feeling surrounding that land
A mystical feeling surrounding that land

And I'd curl up on my mother with the fire ablaze
My memories of then are a haze
But I can still smell the fynbos after a night's rain
And the fairies and the magic that blossomed from our brains

And there's a child in the treetops, is she still me?
My heart opens as the swing drops
I've got bruises on my knees
And I look up into the ether
The sunset and the breeze
Nothing has made me quite as happy
As my home, my home among the trees

And I'd curl up on my mother with the fire ablaze
My memories of then are a haze
But I can still smell the fynbos after a night's rain
And the fairies and the magic that blossomed from our brains

And there's a child in the treetops, is she still me?
My heart opens as the swing drops
I've got bruises on my knees
And I look up into the ether
The sunset and the breeze
Nothing has made me quite as happy
As my home, my home among the trees