paroles de chanson The Dutchman - David Soul
The
Dutchman's
not
the
kind
of
man
Who
keeps
his
thumb
jammed
in
the
dam
That
holds
his
dreams
in,
But
that's
a
secret
that
only
Margaret
knows.
When
Amsterdam
is
golden
in
the
summer,
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
Zuider
Zee.
Long
ago,
I
used
to
be
a
young
man
And
dear
Margaret
remembers
that
for
me.
The
Dutchman
still
wears
wooden
shoes,
His
cap
and
coat
are
patched
with
the
love
That
Margaret
sewed
there.
Sometimes
he
thinks
he's
still
in
Rotterdam.
And
he
watches
the
tug-boats
down
canals
An'
calls
out
to
them
when
he
thinks
he
knows
the
Captain.
Till
Margaret
comes
To
take
him
home
again
Through
unforgiving
streets
that
trip
him,
though
she
holds
his
arm,
Sometimes
he
thinks
he's
alone
and
he
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
And
dear
Margaret
remembers
that
for
me.
The
winters
whirl
the
windmills
'round
She
winds
his
muffler
tighter
And
they
sit
in
the
kitchen.
Some
tea
with
whiskey
keeps
away
the
dew.
And
he
sees
her
for
a
moment,
calls
her
name,
She
makes
the
bed
up
singing
some
old
love
song,
A
song
Margaret
learned
When
it
was
very
new.
He
hums
a
line
or
two,
they
sing
together
in
the
dark.
The
Dutchman
falls
asleep
and
Margaret
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
And
dear
Margaret
remembers
that
for
me.
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