The Dutchman sing and play along

The Dutchman's not the kind of man to keep his thumb jammed in the dam that holds his dreams in,

but there's a secret only Marg'ret knows.

When Amsterdam is golden nals in the morning,

Marg'ret brings him breakfast,

and she believes him:

he thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.

He's the mad as he can be,

but Marg'ret 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,

but dear Marg'ret remembers that for me.

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes;

his cap and coat are patched with the that Marg'ret's sewn in.

Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam.

He watches tugboats down ca nals calls and calls out to them when he thinks he knows she the captain,

'til Marg'ret comes to take him home again.

Through the unforgiving streets that trip him,

though she holds his arm.

times; Sometimes he thinks that he's alone and calls her 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,

but dear Marg'ret remembers that for me.

The

The Marg'ret blows the candle 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,

but dear Marg'ret remembers that

for me.