(Funky Guitar Instrumental) (intro) Growing up in a quaint little village in Somerset, The best days of our youth, we'll never forget. Exploring the woods not far from home, Creating adventures, being free to roam. (Verse 1) The castle within, a backdrop so grand, To us, it was a playground, not easy to understand. Architecture and beauty, lost on our young minds, We sought thrills in the simplest of times. (Chorus) We're swinging high, touching the sky In the Hollow Tree, where memories fly Generations of laughter, a timeless spree Hollow Tree swing, setting us free (Funky Guitar Instrumental) (Bridge) Climbing up high, to that V-shaped branch, Jumping without fear, in a wild, daring dance, The rush and the thrill, as we touched the sky, In the Hollow Tree, where our spirits could fly. (Verse 2) Generations of children, almost a century through, Swinging through time in skies so blue. The Hollow Tree, our special place Where time stood still, leaving our trace (Smooth Funky Guitar Instrumental) (Chorus) We're swinging high, touching the sky In the Hollow Tree, where memories fly Generations of laughter, a timeless spree Hollow Tree swing, setting us free (Outro) Those moments in time, so vivid and bright, In the village of our youth, under the sun's golden light, The Hollow Tree stands, a symbol of our past, Forever in our hearts, those memories will last. (Acoustic Guitar Instrumental fades out)
