De Elfde

De Tiende

De Negende

De Achtste

In the Dutch mountains

I was born in the valley of bricks
where the river runs high above the rooftops
I was waiting for the cars coming home late at night
from the Dutch mountains

I was standing in the valley of rock
up to my belly in an early fog
I was looking for the road to a green painted house
in the Dutch mountains

in the Dutch mountains
mountains

I met a woman in the valley of stone
she was painting roses on the walls of her home
and the moon is a coin with the head of the queen
of the Dutch mountains
mountains

I lost a button of my shirt today
it fell on the ground
and it was rolling away
like a trail leading me back
to the Dutch mountains

mountains
to the Dutch mountains

I met a miller on the back of a cow
he was looking for the wind
but he didn't know how
I said
follow the cloud that looks like a sheep

in the Dutch mountains
in the Dutch mountains
in the Dutch mountains
mountains mountains
buildings

The Nits
(c) Henk Hofstede - Rob Kloet - Robert Jan Stips

De Zevende

De Zesde

De Vijfde

De Vierde

Wat alleen een vrouw kan zeggen (1):
''Wat ruikt het hier gezellig''

De Derde

De Tweede

De Eerste