Take me home

Country roads, take me home
To the place the cup belong
West Europa, the Netherlands mama
Take me home, country roads

We’re crossing oceans for the glory,
orange fire in every game,
chasing dreams across the nations,
we’re not here for just the fame.
Every pass is full of meaning,
every moment leads us on,
we are ready for the battle,
till the final whistle’s gone.

Country roads, take me home
To the place the cup belong
West Europa, the Netherlands mama
Take me home, country roads

Under lights in foreign stadiums,
we stand strong and side by side,
with the pride of all our people,
and the world watching our ride.
We’re not coming just to follow,
we are here to take the throne,
and we carry every heartbeat
like a nation made of stone.

Country roads, take me home
To the place the cup belong
West Europa, the Netherlands mama
Take me home, country roads