De Weg an unsen Tun hentlank
Dar weer dat wunnerschön!
Dar weer des Morns min eersten Gank
Int Gras bet anne 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.

Dar spel ik bet to Schummern hin,
Dar gev dat Steen un Sand;
Des Abends hal 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 grot,
Dat ik der ræwer seh,
Un Obbe meen, un schütt den Hot,
Dat keem noch vels 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 wit, ik heff se sehn,
De Welt dar buten vær:
Ik wull, se weer man half so schön,
As do min Platz vær Dær.

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.