(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)



I was born in the valley of bricks

Where the river runs high above the rooftops

I was waiting for the cars coming home late at night

From the Dutch mountains



I was standing in the valley of rock

Up to my belly in an early fog

I was looking for the road to a green painted house

In the Dutch mountains



In the Dutch mountains

Mountains



I met a woman in the valley of stone

She was painting roses on the walls of her home

And the moon is a coin with the head of the queen

Of the Dutch mountains



Mountains



I lost a button of my shirt today

It fell on the ground

And it was rolling away

Like a trail leading me back

To the Dutch mountains



To the Dutch mountains

Mountains



I met a miller on the back of a cow

He was looking for the wind but he didn't know how

I said: Follow the cloud that looks like a sheep

In the Dutch mountains

In the Dutch mountains

In the Dutch mountains

Mountains

Mountains

Buildings