Standing so tall/The ground behind
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
Inclose 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
She makes it clear/The shadows of the trees



By LGutierrez