In the port of Amsterdam. There's a sailor who sings. Of the dreams that he brings. From the wide open sea. In the port of Amsterdam There's a sailor who sleeps. While the riverbank weeps. With
There's a butterfly circling the beach. Searching the rocks where you are. He chooses your hair, and that's where he belongs. For he's lost like a star Head down, reluctant and warm. You give your
Joanna. I can't forget the one they call Joanna. We own the summer. Hand in hand, Joanna And now she's always just a tear away. Goodbye you, you long lost summer. Leaving me behind, you. Repeati