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