Port of Amsterdam:

They came from the forest and the factories too
and they all soon forget who they are.
The cares of today are soon washed away
as the sit by the stool in the bar.
The girl withe the green eyes in the rolling stone shirt
doesn`t look like she walks on the land.
The man at the end he`s a very good friend
of a man who sells cars second hand.

Down by the Red Rose cafe in the harbour
There by the posrt outside Amsterdam.
Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter
Everyone there is sdo happy to be there.

The salesman relax with a few pints of beer
as they try not to speak about trade.
The poet won`t write any verses tonight
he may sing a sweet sererade.
So pull up a chair and forget about life
it`s a good thing to do now and then.
And if you like a deal, I have an idea
tomorrow let`s all meet again.