Lyrics:

The Grandeur of the houses on the old canal
Every brick it holds a story, many stories they can tell
Where closeby Rembrandt's father, his flour he would grind
In his mill across the bridge on the river Rhine

Where the streets are paved with cobbles and the lanes are lined with trees
Still stand 21 small houses of the English refugees
Pilgrim Father's plaque is hangin' at the old church wall
They found refuge in this city till they heard the New World call
This City of Canals that is my hometown
The City of Canals

Black swans swim aside brides with dresses white as snow
Our guests they raise their glasses for a toast there in the boat
They'll step out to take pictures to the Citadel they'll stroll
From the Townhall's tower you can hear the sweet bells toll
This City of Canals that is my hometown
The City of Canals

Marketplace on Saturday smell of herbs and fruit and flowers
Sittin, drinkin cappucino watch the boats go by for hours
When the seagulls got what's left another day gone by
And we raise a glass of wine to this city on the Rhine
This City of Canals that is my hometown
The City of Canals
Talkin 'bout Leiden, my hometown