The Lowlands are calling me most every day
The Lowlands are calling, but they're so far away
The Lowlands are calling, and my day will come
When I'll step off that plane and stand in the sun
Going back to the Lowlands, come follow me there
Where the flowers are blooming and there's hope in the air
Going back to the Lowlands where canal waters flow
Where the sky is wide open and the windmills blow
I'm going home
I'll stand in the sand of the North Sea
And feel the cool water wash over me
The polders are low and the steeples are high
I'll sit in the grass and stare at the sky
Going back to the Lowlands, come follow me there
Where the flowers are blooming and there's hope in the air
Going back to the Lowlands where canal waters flow
Where the sky is wide open and the windmills blow
I'm going home
I'll direct my boots down cobblestone lanes
Where Rembrandt once walked, now I'll do the same
Then I'll sit on a bench near old market square
Where laughter and music float through the air
These dreams that I'm having will someday come true
And I'll be riding through the Lowlands with you
So take my hand and we're on our way
But that's as close as we'll get today
Going back to the Lowlands, come follow me there
Where the flowers are blooming and there's hope in the air
Going back to the Lowlands where canal waters flow
Where the sky is wide open and the windmills blow
I'm going home