THE DUTCHMAN



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



CHORUS

Let us go to the banks of the ocean

Where the walls rise above the Zeiderzie

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

He watches the tug boats down canals

And calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain

Then Margaret comes to take him home again

Thru unforgiving streets that trick him tho she holds his arm

Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name



Chorus



The winters whirl the windmills 'round

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 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.

Chorus.



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