Our House On Lavendelvägen

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