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The Dutchman

The Dutchman's not the kind of man

To 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 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

But dear Margaret remembers that for me

The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes

His cap and coat are patched with the love

That Margaret sewed him

Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam

He watches tug-boats down canals

And calls out to them

When he thinks he knows the captain

'Til Margaret comes to take him home again

Through the unforgiving streets that trip him

Though she holds his 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

But dear Margaret remembers that for me

Windmills whirl the winter wind

She winds his muffler tighter, they sit in the kitchen

Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew

He sees her for a moment, calls her name

She makes his bed up singing 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

But dear Margaret remembers that for me

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