I'll climb the rock outside my backyard
Pick up chestnuts by the water pump
In that small park with the tire swing
Or on the hillside forage berry-picking
My training-wheels help me to get far
I once saw a moose standing in our backyard
In the winter we'll sled down hill
In the fall light small bonfires
Red and black ants in the garden
Wild strawberries plucked with my hand
I guess these days are coming to an end
Could I forget our house on Lavendelvägen