Holland Song

When light comes creeping through the hills

That shine with mist,

When winds blow soft,

Windmills wake and whirl.

In Holland, in Holland,

Everything is cheerful

Across the sea:

White nets are beside the water

Where ships sail by.

The mountains begin to get blue,

The Dutch girls begin to sing,

The windmills begin to whirl.

Then night comes

The mountains turn dark gray

And faint away into night.

Not a bird chirps his song.

All is drowsy,

All is strange,

With the moon and stars shining round the world:

The wind stops,

The windmills stop

In Holland . . .