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The Dutchman's not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
But that's a secret only Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the morning
Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him
He thinks the tulips bloom
beneath the snows
He's mad as he can be
But Margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn children
In his eyes
(Chorus)
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 for me.
The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and his coat are patched with love
That Margaret sewed in
Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam
