Lyrical Paintings by DeCenso

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Saturday, September 2, 2023

"Winds of Amsterdam"

"Winds of Amsterdam"
Copyright by Frank A. DeCenso, Jr.
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[Vs1]
You were moving like a breeze, on a moonlit river summer night,
I couldn't help but wonder, how could a moment be that right;
Those memories stayed with me, like hands on a clock that's cracked,
If I could I'd say a prayer, to make those days come running back...

CHORUS
I miss the pitter patter of the dancing rain,
Across your bedroom window -
And how the winds of Amsterdam 
Would blow your hair so beautiful and free...
But every midnight whistle of a distant train,
Reminded me I had to go -
Right through the winds of Amsterdam 
I used to wish would bring you home with me...

[Vs2]
In your smile was a kiss, that melted the whole world away,
Every glance inside your eyes, saw you still holding me today...
I can't help but wonder, if you see the moon that I see now,
'Cause it's just asking questions, that all these miles can't allow...

CHORUS
I miss the pitter patter of the dancing rain,
Across your bedroom window -
And how the winds of Amsterdam 
Would blow your hair so beautiful and free...
But every midnight whistle of a distant train,
Reminded me I had to go -
Right through the winds of Amsterdam 
I used to wish would bring you home with me...

[BRIDGE]
Tonight has bred confusion,
As the feelings trickle in,
What would happen if I dropped it all, 
And went back there to you...
But it strikes as no surprise,
I'm now done with fool's goodbyes,
I'll run out and find that tired train, 
And let those winds do what they do...

CHORUS 2
I miss the pitter patter of the dancing rain,
Across your bedroom window -
And how the winds of Amsterdam would blow your hair so beautiful and free...
But every midnight whistle of a distant train,
Reminded me I had to go -
Right through the winds of Amsterdam... I used to wish you'd go away with me;
Right through the winds of Amsterdam
Tonight you'll be holding on to me.