De Weg an unsen Tuun hentlang,
Daar weer dat wunnerschöön!
Daar weer des Morns mien eersten Gang
In’t Gras bet an’e Kneen.

Along our garden fence the way
Was the nicest one ever sees!
That’s where I walked first thing each day
With grass up to my knees.

Daar spääl ik bet to Schummern hin,
Daar geev’ dat Steen’n un Sand;
Des Abends haal mi Obbe rin
Un harr mi bi de Hand.

That’s where till dusk I’d play and hide,
In this spot full of rocks and sand.
Then Grandpa would take me back inside,
Leading me by the hand.

Denn wünsch ik mi, ik weer so groot,
Dat ik der rœwer sehg’,
Un Obbe meen, un schütt den Hoot,
Dat keem noch vääls to fröh.

I wished I was big and tall, I said,
Could see what’s out there, beyond.
Granddad just smiled, shaking his head,
“You’ll see much too soon,” he’d respond.

Dat keem so wiet. Ik heff se sehn,
De Welt dar buten vœr:
Ik wull, se weer man half so schön,
As do mien Platz vœr d’ Dœr.

And so I did. I soon did see
The world that’s there to explore.
I only wish that it would be
Half as nice as my spot by the door.