I come from the countryside
From the Veluwe and Twenterand
Where people greet you warmly
Where life can run a bit slower
Want to go ditch-jumping later?
Or bike on the dike with force-eight wind
There's less to want or have to do here
'cause more than enough grows on the land
They can talk all they want in the big city
I think it's lovely, lovely here
Staring at the blue sky
A swallow flies south
Yet every year it comes back
They can talk all they want in the big city
I find it lovely, lovely here
Building rafts and sailing together in the canal
A calf at the neighbor's that's just learning to stand
Hiding in the hayloft at the old farm
A nest of kittens on a May afternoon
Building huts in the woods
Running with your hair loose
Peeing outside in the ditch under a thousand stars
Climbing the tallest tree
Till you can see the whole world
When I'm sick of all the rush I come back here
They can talk all they want in the big city
I think it's lovely, lovely here
They can talk all they want in the big city
I think it's lovely, lovely here
I'll just stay right here
I'll stay, it's lovely, lovely here
I'll just stay right here