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They come from the farms and the factories too And they all soon forget who they are. The cares of today are soon washed away As they sit at a stool by the bar. The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stones shirt Doesn't look like she works on the land. The man at the end, he's a very good friend Of a man who sells cars second hand. Down at the Red Rose Cafe in the Harbour There by the port just outside Amsterdam. Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter. Everyone there is so happy to be there. The salesmen relax with a few pints of beer As they try not to speak about trade. The poet won't write any verses tonight. He may sing a sweet serenade The grey haired old man at the piano will play Any song you wanting to hear That pretty young thing doesn't know how to sing But the customers give her the cheer Down at the Red Rose Café in the Harbour There by the port just outside Amsterdam Everyone shares all the songs and the laughter SongtexteEveryone there is so happy to be there. Outside in the real world The races is still on It's all gone just a little bit mad In circles we go and so it's good to know Of the place where the good times that we had So pull up a chair and forget about life It's a good thing to do now and then And if you like it here I have and idea Tomorrow let's all meet again Down at the Red Rose Café in the Harbour There by the port just outside Amsterdam Everyone shares in all the song and the laughter Everyone there is so happy to be there Down at the Red Rose Café in the Harbour There by the port just outside Amsterdam. (Merci à Linda Lawrence pour cettes paroles) Aus Songtexte Mania