Standing so tall / The ground behind

No trespassers / On every floor

A garden swing / And another door

She makes it clear / That everything is hers



A place of abode

Not far from here

Ms. Van de Veer



All that belongs to / No-one sees

Curtains that waver / When evening falls

Inclosed by fences / Smothered by wood

Who stands behind / The shadows of the trees



A place of abode

Not far from here

Ms. Van de Veer



Standing so tall / But no-one sees

No trespassers / Whan evening falls

A garden swing / Smothered by wood

Shw makes it clear / The shadows of the trees