Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление Capo 1 or 3 C The Dutchman's not the kind of man To keep his thumb jammed in the dam Dm That holds his dreams in, G C But that's a secret only Margaret knows. C When Amsterdam is golden, in the morning Margaret brings him breakfast. Dm She believes him. G C He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow. C F G C Am He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes, Am F G C Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes Chorus: F Em Let us go to the banks of the ocean F G C Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Dm G C Am Long ago, I used to be a young man F G C And dear Margaret remembers that for me. C The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes, His cap and coat are patched with the love Dm That Margaret sewed there. G C Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam. C He watches tug-boats down canals, and calls out to them Dm when he thinks he knows the Captain. G C Till Margaret comes to take him home again C Am F C Am Through unforgiving streets that trip him though she holds his arm, Am F G C Sometimes he thinks he's alone, he calls her name. Chorus: F Em Let us go to the banks of the ocean F G C Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Dm G C Am Long ago, I used to be a young man F G C And dear Margaret remembers that for me. C The winters whirl the windmills 'round She winds his muffler tighter Dm As they sit in the kitchen. G C Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew. C He sees her for a moment, calls her name, Dm She makes the bed up singing some old love song, G C She learned it when the song was very new Am Dm G C Am He hums a line or two, they sing together in the dark Am F G C The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out. Chorus: F Em Let us go to the banks of the ocean F G C Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Dm G C Am Long ago, I used to be a young man F G C And dear Margaret remembers that for me. Dm C Am Long ago, I used to be a young man F G C And dear Margaret remembers that for me.
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