The Dutchman's not the kind of man To keep his thumb jammed in a dam That holds his dreams in But that's a secret only Margaret know But when Amsterdam is golden In the morning, Margaret brings him breakfast She believes him He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow He's mad as he can be But Margaret only sees that sometimes Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man Now dear Margaret remembers that for me Now the Dutchman still wears wooden shoes His cap and coats all patched with the love Margaret sewed him Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam As he watches tugboats down canals Calls out to them when he thinks He knows the captain 'Til Margaret comes to take him home again Through unforgiving streets That trip him though he holds her arm Sometimes he thinks he's alone and calls her name Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man Now dear Margaret remembers that for me Now the winter whirls the windmills in She winds his muffler tighter They sit in the kitchen Tea with whiskey keeps away the dew He sees her for a moment He calls her name out, she makes the bed up Humming some old love song She learned it when the tune was very new He hums a line or two They hum together in the night The Dutchman falls asleep Then Margaret blows the candles out Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man Now dear Margaret remembers that for me Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee Long ago, I used to be a young man Now dear Margaret remembers that for me © DUCHESS MUSIC CORPORATION; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com