Lite av mitt liv.

Flying through the garden
Garden of the roses
And the silver poplars
I can see a bird

It is the bird of sorrow
I hear the bird of sorrow

Singing of the long lost
Land of faraway
And my heart is trembling
Then I hear my father say

Mio my Mio

High above the garden
Garden of the roses
I can see a big bird
Making for the sky

It is the bird of sorrow
Singing about tomorrow

I must leave the garden
I must go away
And my heart is trembling
Then I hear my father say

Mio my Mio