Far across the sea in the land of the windmills
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

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 leaving, now my poor heart is grieving
'Cause it holds a memory of the little Dutch girl

Far across the sea in the land of the windmills
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

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 leaving, now my poor heart is grieving
'Cause it holds a memory of the little Dutch girl