Rembrandt Songtext
von Mark Sheeky

I touch your hair
With tender care
My Saskia
As I roll you in crisp linen sheets to sleep
We have no money!
I haven′t got the nerve to tell you
Money! The curse of human industry
So sleep my darling baby
Dream of happy pasts
I will lie awake
And worry
For us both


I press you near
Release a tear
My Saskia
As I pray to God for providence to shine
I wish for money!
I don't know how we′re going to make it
Money!
The jester who controls us all
So sleep my darling baby
The silver of the glass
The amber of the lake
Will speak
When you wake