By David Roth
© 6 November, 2003
The place I long for most on earth
Is not the nation of my birth
For as across this land I roam
I realize someplace else is home
A far off world of dikes and seas
The scent of tulips on the breeze
Of wooden shoes and ancient ships
I speak the name with yearning lips
Where windmills turn in cobalt sky
I cast a sad and wishful eye
Across the waves a world away
I dream about it every day
To walk the streets of cobblestone
The yearning of my heart has flown
The setting sun on Zuiderzee
Is where my heart is truly free
From Amsterdam, or Alkmeer
To Lisse, or Utrecht, can you hear
The longing wish to walk again
In Hoofddorp, Oss, or Groningen?
I see you in my every dream
And feel the ache the miles bring
And how I long to journey soon
To Holland, where my heart calls home
