Isolation Video 241 The Dutchman by Michael Peter Smith recorded by Stephen Mendel on Nov 13, 2020

Isolation Video 241 The Dutchman by Michael Peter Smith recorded by Stephen Mendel on Nov 13, 2020 I can't remember when I first heard "The Dutchman," but I've always thought it a beautiful, poignant and touching song. It was written in 1968 by Michael Peter Smith who died only a few months ago, Aug. 3, 2020 (of cancer, not Covid.) The song was popularized by Steve Goodman. Interestingly, when Smith wrote the song he had never even visited the Netherlands. Although Goodman's version of the song is one of the best known, Liam Clancy and Tommy Makem practically turned the tune into an Irish folk song, Clancy performing it for over 40 years. Some other notable covers: Suzy Bogguss, Jerry Jeff Walker, Celtic Thunder and The New Kingston Trio. Lyrics The Dutchman's not the kind of man Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in, But that's a secret that only Margaret knows. When Amsterdam is golden in the summer, Margaret brings him breakfast, She believes him. He thinks the tulips bloom beneath the snow. He's mad as he can be, but Margaret only sees that sometimes, Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes. Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuider Zee. Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me. The Dutchman still wears wooden shoes, His cap and coat are patched with the love That Margaret sewed there. Sometimes he thinks he's still in Rotterdam. And he watches the tug-boats down canals An' calls out to them when he thinks he knows the Captain. Till Margaret comes To take him home again Through unforgiving streets that trip him, though she holds his arm, Sometimes he thinks he's alone and he calls her name. Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee. Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me. The winters whirl the windmills 'round She winds his muffler tighter And they sit in the kitchen. Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew. And he sees her for a moment, calls her name, She makes the bed up singing some old love song, A song Margaret learned When it was very new. He hums a line or two, they sing together in the dark. The Dutchman falls asleep and Margaret blows the candle out. Let us go to the banks of the ocean Where the walls rise above the Zuiderzee. Long ago, I used to be a young man And dear Margaret remembers that for me.