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Little Dutch Girl

Höfundur lags: Mel Tillis og Wayne P. Walker Flytjandi: George Morgan Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]Far across the sea in the land of the [F]windmill
I [C]met a girl her eyes were sparkling [G7]blue   
Her [C]hair was the color of the northern [F]sunset
And [C]upon her feet she [G7]sported wooden [C]shoes

We [F]walked through the fields of [C]red and yellow tulips
[G7]Then I kissed her sweet lips it [F]set my heart a-[C]whirl
But the [F]time came for leaving now my [C]poor heart is grievin'
[G7]Cause it holds a memory of a [F]Little Dutch [C]Girl

[C]Far across the sea in the land of the [F]windmill
I [C]met a girl her eyes were sparkling [G7]blue   
Her [C]hair was the color of the northern [F]sunset
And [C]upon her feet she [G7]sported wooden [C]shoes

We [F]walked through the fields of [C]red and yellow tulips
[G7]Then I kissed her sweet lips it [F]set my heart a-[C]whirl
But the [F]time came for leaving now my [C]poor heart is grievin'
[G7]Cause it holds a memory of a [F]Little Dutch [C]Girl


Far across the sea in the land of the windmill
I met a girl her eyes were sparkling blue
Her hair was the color of the northern sunset
And upon her feet she sported wooden shoes

We walked through the fields of red and yellow tulips
Then I kissed her sweet lips it set my heart a-whirl
But the time came for leaving now my poor heart is grievin'
Cause it holds a memory of a Little Dutch Girl

Far across the sea in the land of the windmill
I met a girl her eyes were sparkling blue
Her hair was the color of the northern sunset
And upon her feet she sported wooden shoes

We walked through the fields of red and yellow tulips
Then I kissed her sweet lips it set my heart a-whirl
But the time came for leaving now my poor heart is grievin'
Cause it holds a memory of a Little Dutch Girl

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