Red Rose Cafe Lyrics

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
Everyone 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)