Norwegian Wind, Dutch Sky
(ahhhh-haa) From the fjords of the north to the lowlands wide
Where the tulips bloom
by the seaside
I'm dreaming of a land so flat and clean
Far away from our mountain peaks of green
Oh,
Holland, you're a picture in my mind
Leaving all the rocky hills behind
Windmills turning under painted skies (oh-oh-oh)
Bicycles rolling down a brick-paved street
Where the canals and the harbor meet
No freezing glaciers, just the open view
Sending love from Norway down to you
Oh,
Holland, you're a picture in my mind
Leaving all the rocky hills behind
Windmills turning under painted skies (oh-oh-oh)
Across the North Sea tide
Our spirits run
side by side From Oslo's cold and snow
To Amsterdam's warm glow
Windmills turning... Under painted skies... (haaa-aaah)