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Holland

Heaven can wait…

Heaven can wait,
And a band of Angels wrapped up in my heart,
Will take me through the lonely night,
Through the cold of the day.
And I know, I know,
Heaven can wait,
And all the gods come down here just to sing for me,
And the melody’s gonna make me fly,
Without pain, without fear.

Give me all of your dreams,
And let me go alone on your way.
Give me all of your prayers to sing,
And I’ll turn the night into the skylight of day.
I got a taste of paradise,
I’m never gonna let it slip away.
I got a taste of paradise,
It’s all I really need to make me stay
Just like a child again.

Heaven can wait.
And all I’ve got is time until the end of time.
I won’t look back.
I won’t look back.
Let the altars shine.

And I know that I’ve been released,
But I don’t know to where,
And nobody’s gonna tell me now,
And I don’t really care. No, no, no.
I got a taste of paradise.
That’s all I really need to make me stay.
I got a taste of paradise.
If I had it any sooner you know
You know I never would have run away from my home.

Heaven can wait.
And all I’ve got is time until the end of time.
I won’t look back.
I won’t look back.
Let the altars shine.

Heaven can wait.
Heaven can wait.
I won’t look back.                            
I won’t look back.
Let the altars shine.
Let the altars shine.

 

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Just drifting by…..

Giethoorn, the Venice of Holland, is found in the North West of the province Overijssel in the middle of the nature reserve De Wieden, the area is called Waterreijk.
The village Giethoorn is special in the Netherlands because of it’s caracteristic wooden arch bridges and canals, in the center is not a road but a canal where you have to travel by boat. That is why Giethoorn is called the Venice of Holland.

Giethoorn was founded by a group of fugitives. They came around 1230 from regions bordering the Mediteranean. These first inhabitants found masses of horns of wild goats, which had probably died in 1170 during the St. Elizabeth’s flood. They called their settlement Geytenhorn (geit = goat), ulimately becoming Giethoorn (dialect goat = geit = giet).

The village owes it characteristic appearance to peatdigging. The peatdiggers dug up the peat-soil at the places that most suited them, mixed it in a trough and spread it out on the land to dry. The result could be cut as peat. This peatdigging led to the formation of large and small lakes. To transport the peat ditches and canals were excavated. Many houses are as it were built on little islands, reached through a high bridge. All this imparts to Giethoorn a beauty unequalled anywhere else.

http://www.zwaantje.nl/uk.giethoorn.html