[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]
音乐风格
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