[G]The Dutchman's not the kind of man
Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam
That [Am]holds his dreams in
But
[D]that's a secret that only [G]Margaret knows
When Amsterdam is golden in the summer
Margaret brings him breakfast
[Am]She believes him
[D]He thinks the tulips bloom be[G]neath the snow
He`s mad as [Em]he can [Am]be but [D]Margaret
only [G]sees that sometimes
Some[Em]times she [Am]sees her unborn [D]children in his [G]eyes
CHO: Let us [Em]go to the [Am]banks [D]of the [Em]ocean
Where the [Am]walls rise a[D]bove the Zuider [G]zee
Long
a[Em]go, I [Am]used to [D]be a [G]young man
And dear [Em]Mar[Am]garet re[D]members that for [G]me
The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and coat are patched with the love
That Margaret sewed in [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
'Til [Then] Margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets
That trick him though she
holds his arm
Sometimes he thinks that he's alone and calls her name
The windmills whirl the winter in
[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 humming [singing] some old love song
A song
Margaret learned when the tune [it] was very new
He hums a line or two, they hum [sing] together in the night [dark]
The
Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out.
