A hat on my head
My collar is turned up
It's freezing here
But luckily it's dry
The days are short here
The night starts early
The people are stiff
And there is only one pub
When I walk to my hotel
After a dark day
Then I feel my house key
Deep in my pocket< br/>I walk here alone
In a city that is too quiet
I have never actually suffered from homesickness
But the people are sleeping
The world is closing down< br/>And then I think of Brabant
Because the light is still on there
I miss the warmth here
Of a village cafe
The appeal of people
With a soft G
I even miss complaining
About everything about nothing
If only people were in Brabant
As proud as a Frisian
In the south full of sun
I live together with you
That's why I
love Brabanders so much
I walk here alone
In a city that is too quiet
I actually never
bothered feeling homesick
But the people are sleeping
The world is closing down
And then I think of Brabant
Because the light is still burning there
De Peel and Kempen
And the milling
But the most beautiful thing about Brabant
Is that you? That's you
I walk here alone
In a city that is too quiet
I actually never
I suffered from homesickness
But the people are sleeping
The world is closing down
And then I think of Brabant
Because the light is still burning there
And then I think of Brabant
Because the light is still burning there
And then I think of Brabant
Because the light is still burning there