Where the corn fields bows before the wind
And where dark green spruce forest is shining behind it
The red little cottage is visible next to its gate
Which long ago was my childhood home
There was sun and summer over green meadows
When I was home as an eighteen year old
And the memories that remain from these days
Are the best and most beautiful I have
Within that home I got everything that I wanted
I might not have realized it until I grew up
And my parents taught me all the good things in life
Now both my father and mother is gone
I'm old now and merely my memories keeps me alive
From my home and my country of beautiful dreams
That which before used to capture my childhood mindset
Vividly stands before my mind's eye
And on top of that, my girl, there was no one like her
She was the sun in my life when I was young
She's calmly sleeping now, in the cold kingdom of death
I'm left alone and the world feels heavy
And I long home and grab a hold of my walking stick
And my country of happiness is merely an illusion
No, I will be tucked in within my tomb here
Far from my home and my beloved one
From the country in the west the thought strays afar
Home to my beloved old Sweden now and then
But since then, many long ages has passed
Still I haven't forgotten the childhood home
Still I haven't forgotten the childhood home
Still I haven't forgotten the childhood home