In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool A boy would sit and fish and dream when he should have been in school. Now, he couldn't read or write a word but happiness he found In a little song he heard and here's how it would sound;
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla, brawla sooit, Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla sooit. Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla, brawla sooit, Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla sooit.
Now the Rawlson is a Swedish town, the rillerah is a stream. The brawla is the boy and girl, The Hut-Sut is their dream.
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla, brawla sooit. Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla sooit.
Now the boy and girl are back in school Shattered is their dream The teacher planted poison oak All along the stream