In the Dutch Mountains

I was born in a 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 in an early fog I was looking for the road to a green, painted house In the Dutch mountains In the Dutch mountains (mountains) Met a woman in a 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's rolling away Like a trail leading me back To the Dutch mountains To the Dutch mountains (mountains) Met a miller on the back of a cow He was looking for the wind, but he didn't know how I said, "Follow the cloud that looks like a sheep" In the Dutch mountains In the Dutch mountains In the Dutch mountains In the Dutch mountains (mountains) Mountains, mountains, mountains, mountains Buildings, buildings, buildings, mountains