Little Dutch Girl Composer(s): Mel Tillis - Wayne Walker Performer(s): George Morgan
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 leavin', 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 leavin', now my poor heart is grievin' 'Cause it holds a memory of a Little Dutch Girl
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