Pure melancholy and nostalgia from the early 70's... Even though it's Dutch, I hope it appeals to non-dutch Sifters as well :)

I ran it through google translator and with some minor modifications it gives a small idea about the story:

At home I have a postcard
on it are a church, a cart and a horse
A butcher 'J. van der Ven'
A bar, a lady on a bike
It probably doesn't mean anything to you
But it's where I was born
This village, I remember how it was
The farmer's children in the classroom
A cart that rattles on the old roads
The city hall with a waterpump in front of it
A Sand road through the corn field
The livestock farms

Chorus:
And along the garden path of my father
I saw the high trees
I was a child and knew no better
That it would never pass

They lived very simple lives
In simple houses with much vegetation
With wild flowers and a hedge
But apparently they lived wrong
The village has been modernised
And now they are on the right track
For see how rich life is
They see the television quiz
And live in concrete boxes
With large windows, so you can see
How the couch looks at 'Mien'
And her sideboard with plastic roses

Chorus

The village youth cluster together
In miniskirt and Beatle hair
And howls along with beat-music
I know it is their good right
The new time, just what you say
But it makes me melancholic
I knew their fathers
They bought a liquorice for one cent
I saw their mothers jump rope
That village then, it's over
This is what remained for me
A postcard and reminders

And along the garden path of my father
I saw the high trees
I was a child, how could I know
That that would go well beyond