Sweden is my one and all on earth (1)
No place is as nice as Sweden
With the white mountains to the north
Surrounded by pines, crowned with boreal lights
Where currents, flowing proud and free
are met with waves of clear blue lakes
Where our father's great dreams
yet stand in the minds of faithful sons
Sweden is my one and all on earth
No place is as dear (to me) as Sweden
The first steps, the first words
I learned from father and mother there
Where I frolicked in tranquil pastures
Entered a kingdom of fairytales
Where I dreamed in younger days
Dreamed of my bosom friend
Sweden is my one and all on earth
No place is as rich as Sweden (1b)
If it sometimes offered bread on the table
It was still the same in faith
With the best ore in the mountains
And the best ore in the chests (2)
And on the flag the best colors
Solar gold on heaven's blue
Sweden is my one and all on earth
No place is as nice as Sweden
With the white mountains to the north
Surrounded by pines, crowned with boreal lights
Where currents, flowing proud and free
are met with waves of clear blue lakes
Where our father's great dreams
yet stand in the minds of faithful sons