Paroles Red rose cafe Demis Roussos

Red rose cafe

They come from the farms and the factories to,
And they all soon forget who they are, The cares of the day are soon washed away,
As they sit at a stool at 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 seconds hand.
CHORUS:
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.

The salesman relax with a few pints of beer,
As the try not to speak about trade,
The poet won't write any verses tonight,
But 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.
BACK TO CHORUS:
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 an idea,
Tomorrow let's all meet again.
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