They come from the forests and factories too And they all soon forget who are. The cares of day are washed away As sit at a stool by bar. girl with green eyes in Rolling Stones shirt Doesn't look like she works on land. man end is very good friend Of sells cars second hand. Down Red Rose Cafe Harbour There port just outside Amsterdam. Everyone shares songs laughter. there so happy to be there. salesmen relax few pints beer try not talk about trade. poet won't write any verses tonight. but he may sing sweet serenade. So pull up chair life. It's thing do now then if you it here I have an idea Tomorrow let's meet again.