Flatlands Of Holland
I'm in the flatlands of Holland
And I'm thinking of the man back home
He was leaving so I left him first
But I gave him a garland to wear with him always
He'll think of me sometimes 'cause he was the first
In the flatlands of Holland, he is my mountain
But I can't go climbing, the flatlands come first.
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Writer/s: Melanie Safka
