Seventy-seven eleven,
at home you and me,
seventy-seven eleven,
our house number,
the number of our home,
the house with the large garden,
where we climb,
the tree at night,
and sit in the branches,
and look at the heavens,
and admire the moon in its beauty,
and where we stare at the stars,
that shine down so gloriously,
and where we hold each other close,
and we look up at the heavens,
and their majesty.
Seventy-seven eleven,
a happy home,
where we are as happy as can be,
happy in the light of the heavens,
and the starlight,
that sparkle in our eyes,
so gloriously.
Seventy-seven eleven,
heavenly glory,
and you and me,
arm in arm,
and kissing up in a tree.
