Dolf Is a True Man of Groningen
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@Hans Veldhuis
Dolf Is a True Man of Groningen
v4
@Hans Veldhuis
Text
[Verse 1]
Dolf is a true man of Groningen
Wind at his back
The land close at hand
The language of here lives deep in his voice
He speaks it softly
He writes it by choice
[Chorus]
Dolf is a true man of Groningen
Rooted like rows in the northern clay
Every word he carries home again
In the way he walks
In the way he says your name
[Verse 2]
Hands stained green from the market fields
Boots by the door
Coat on the nail
Stories of here sit warm in his chest
He pours them slow
Like coffee on the table
[Chorus]
Dolf is a true man of Groningen
Wind at his back
The land close at hand
The language of here lives deep in his voice
He speaks it softly
He writes it by choice
[Chorus]
Dolf is a true man of Groningen
Rooted like rows in the northern clay
Every word he carries home again
In the way he walks
In the way he says your name
[Verse 2]
Hands stained green from the market fields
Boots by the door
Coat on the nail
Stories of here sit warm in his chest
He pours them slow
Like coffee on the table
[Chorus]
Musikstil
Warm acoustic folk with male vocals, fingerpicked guitar and upright bass. Intimate verses sit close and conversational; chorus swells with group harmonies and a subtle fiddle line. Light percussion and subtle organ pads build in the second chorus for a heartfelt, hometown singalong feel., deep
