Wintertime in Amsterdam
I couldn′t find a telephone
So I stood watching distant clouds
Feet down in the snow
A thousand eyes and vacant signs
And a wind that's freezing up my mind
Don′t you come to Amsterdam
If you can't get here on time

Ooh, and it's so cold
Ooh, and it′s so cold

There was fine ladies pacing up and down the lane
Speak to me, but I can′t understand a single word they're saying
A magic man plays crazy tricks, somehow with silver keys
Hey, Mister, tell me, would that magic work for me?

Ooh, and it′s so cold
Ooh, and it's so cold

Oh, Amsterdam in the wintertime
I had a few things on my mind
Feel like I lost out somewhere
I′m living this drifter's life
But it ain′t just Dutch I don't understand
But I don't even know my fellow man
And how am I gonna meet someone
Here in Amsterdam?

Oh-whoa-oh

It′s the wintertime
Whoa-whoa, the wintertime
Oh-whoa

It′s so cold
Oh, it's so cold
Whoa-whoa-oh

Oh, the wintertime
Oh-whoa-oh, wintertime

Oh, the wintertime
Whoa-oh, wintertime, yeah

Writer(s): Richard Clapton<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com