Memories of:
Rushing streams and tall green trees,
of burning sun and cooling breeze;
Wooden houses, gaily painted,
Brooms and baskets decorated.
Lovely churches, red bell towers;
Sunny gardens - lovely flowers.
The archipelago's close by
With sailing ships and gulls that cry.
Swimming in the clear, cool lakes,
Drinking coffee, eating cakes.
Ships and shops and chiming clocks;
Sandy beaches, lots of rocks.
Travelling on the wooden trams -
Blonde-haired babies in their prams.
Buying cards and eating ices -
(Trying not to think of prices!)
Singing birds and silver birch,
Sipping tea next to the church.
Everyone is eating fish -
And everyone speaks English!
There's only one thing left to say:
"In Sweden we would love to stay"
But England calls us to return,
There's work to do, money to earn -
It’s goodbye Sweden we must say,
But we’ll be back another day.
Copyright 1997
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