Almost Every Saturday, Is spent at her place
Never know if she’ll remember who we are
She’ll call me someone else’s name, I’ll smile anyway
I hate to admit it but at times it is hard to stay

It all was slowly taken
And even though my heart is breakin’
I am grateful that I get to hear
About how

Every afternoon she’d be up
where the sun would shine through
And the leaves would dance to
The music of her laughter
Her mind had returned to a sweeter stage
Where her heart had left a dog-eared page
No her story’s not your typical ever after
But she’s happy in her Tree House Chapter

The same stories are retold, Often filled with holes
Repeat the answer to tough questions always asked
Like how is the farm, is your daddy working hard
She can’t remember that he and Grandpa have passed

Watch her eyes try to fit together the pieces
And I can’t deny that it’s one of Gods good graces
The way she can recall every detail
To one of her favorite places

Every afternoon she’d be up
where the sun would shine through
And the leaves would dance to
The music of her laughter
Her mind had returned to a sweeter stage
Where her heart had left a dog-eared page
No her story’s not your typical ever after
But she’s happy in her Tree House Chapter

Singing with the morning glory
Reliving her favorite part of her life story

Repeat Chorus
Until she returns to a sweeter place
She’ll be telling that story with a smile on her face
Happy ever after, in her Tree House chapter