- David Roth The Dutchman 歌詞
- David Roth
- The Dutchmans not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in,
But thats a secret that only Margaret knows.
When Amsterdam is golden in the morning,
Margaret brings him breakfast,
She believes him.
He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow.
Hes 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 hes 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 bring him home again
Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm,
Sometimes he thinks hes alone and he calls her name.
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 winters whirl the windmills in
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 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 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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