John Mcdermott - The Dutchman Lyrics
The dutchmans not the kind of manTo keep his thumb jammed in the damThat holds his dreams inBut thats a secret only margaret knowsWhen amsterdam is golden in the morningMargaret brings him breakfastShe believes himHe thinks the tulips bloomBeneath the snowsHes mad as he can beBut margaret only sees that sometimesSometimes she sees her unborn childrenIn his eyes(chorus)Let us go to the banks of the oceanWhere the walls rise above the zuiderzeeLong ago I used to be a young manAnd dear margaret remembers for me.The dutchman still wears wooden shoesHis cap and his coat are patched with loveThat margaret sewed inSometimes he thinks hes still in rotterdamHe watches tug boats down canalsAnd calls out to themWhen he thinks he knows the captainTil margaret comes to take him home againThrough unforgiving streetsA tripping though she holds his arm.Sometimes he thinks that hes aloneAnd calls her name(chorus)The windmills swirl. the winter airShe winds his muffler tighterThey sit in the kitchenAnd the tea with wiskey keep away the dewHe sees her for a moment, calls her nameShe makes his bed upHumming some old love song.She learned it when the tune was vey newHe hums a line or two, they hum together in the nightThe dutchman falls asleepAnd margaret blows the candle out.
