Girl In the Windmill, Pt. 2

She waters tulips and jars strawberry jam

lives in a windmill in old Amsterdam

she brushes the stairs and she sweeps up my cares in her windmill

she hangs her paintings on old rusty nails

she floats along with the breeze in her sails

and I spend every hour in a cloud of her flour

in her windmill

The miller is threshing the wheat in the fields

He keeps me away with the scythe that he wields

But nothing can keep me from taking your hand

No nothing can stop me in old Amsterdam

I know I shouldn’t but I know I shall

As she rides her bicycle by the canal

I’ll fall to one knee and I’ll ask her to flee from the windmill

Yeah we shall be lovers and we shall be friends

And we will lay close when the fairytale ends

Remeber a day when our love ran away from the windmill

The miller’s a killer and he’ll come for me

He’ll thrash and he’ll slash and he’ll cut down my tree

But I will be running as fast as I can

And we will be lovers in old Amsterdam

She lives in a windmill