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 a valley of rock
Up to my belly and an early fog
I was looking for the road to a green painted house
In the Dutch Mountains
In the Dutch 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
In the Dutch 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
I met a miller on the back of the cow
He was looking for the wind but he didn't know how
I said follow the cow that looks like a sheep
In the Dutch Mountains
In the Dutch Mountains
In the Dutch Mountains
In the Dutch Mountains
Mountains
Mountains
Mountains