
Holland my home
When I lived in Holland
I learnt Dutch
I spoke it well
And enjoyed it so much
At school I spoke English
And it was a blast
I was at that school
What felt like forever
I still do remember
What happened day in day out
The teachers who taught me
And friends I hung around
I do wish I could go back there
I consider it a home to me
A place to recall
Long forgotten memories
It\' s true, I\'m English but what does it matter
After eleven years, this is where I grew up
A place with no hills
And food so tasty, it will sweep you off your feet
Holland has its traditions
Just like Saint Nick
He goes by sinterklaas
With his helper zwarte piet
Sinterklass rode a horse pure white in colour
And during the night zwarete Piet comes down
Everyone\'s chimneys in all of the houses laying gifts of plenty in clogs or shoes
It\'s truer than ever just how much I retain
All the stuff I remember rattling in my brain
The mouthwatering confectionary
Yes, I still recall the food and the drink
Holland is my home and the place I grew up.
Mark
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