Red Rose Cafe
Oh, they come from the farms and the factories too
And they all soon forget who they are
The cares of the day are soon washed away
As they sit at a stool by the bar
The girl with green eyes in the Rolling Stone shirt
Doesn't look like she works on the land
The man on the end is a very good friend
Of a man who sells cars second hand
Chorus:
Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harbor
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
They try and not speak about trade
The poet won't write any verses tonight
But he may sing a sweet serenade
The great tarot man, the piano will play
All the songs that you're wanting to hear
And the pretty young thing doesn't know how to sing
But the customers give her a cheer
Outside in the real world the rage is still on
It's all gone a little bit mad
Now in circles we go so it's good to know
Of a place where good times can be 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 an idea
Tomorrow we'll all meet again
Chorus:
Down at the Red Rose Cafe, in the harbor
There by the port just outside Amsterdam
Everyone shares in the songs and the laughter
Everyone there is so happy to be there
