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
Chorus:
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
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
Chorus:
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