Sitting here and wondering
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I'm sitting here and wondering what you meant to me,
Leaning my back heavily on old-aged willow tree.
It has been a too short time since I've lost you oh my dear
So I'm sitting here and wondering thinking of your face clear.

Chorus:
I'll never feel her, she has left my range like frightened hind.
I'll never meet here, me that's who she's unlikely to find.
I'll never hear her, queer that's what her doing was of kind.
I'll never see her, but she comes too often to my mind.

I closed my eyes and what I see - yes it is the past
But sword that'd come from that time wouldn't yet be in the rust.
Threatened by the coming rain we sought for sheltering
And then we came to town where people had great gathering.

There were five hundred and forty two of shouting men,
I cannot recall exactly that what has happened then.
Getting out of there at last I knew that you were gone
And that you won't come back to me regardless what I've done.

For the last time I would like to hold you in my arms,
I would like to feel once more that touch that always charms.
I wish I never went that way and never saw that scene,
I wish I never fell in love with a lady named Irene.

Chorus:


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Lyrics: Marty Klemsa
Melody: "Velikonoce Lampáře Tonyho"

Arranged by Marty Klemsa (1997)

Vocal, base guitar and solo guitar performed by Marty Klemsa

Base guitar recorded on 22 February 2000,
Solos and vocal recorded on 12 April 2000 at home studio using:

Takamine 6-string guitar for the instrument, 
Samsung Video Camera for vocals recording, 
JVC amplifier for listening to what I recorded

and finally 

Sound Blaster AWE64 sound card as a recording device.

Mixed on 8 July 2001 using 

Sound Blaster Live! 1024 sound card.


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This one was the second song I've written for her,
so it must come from fall 1996.

The very original version went like this:
(Without parts that were the same as now)

Chorus:
I'll never feel her, she has left my range like golden Hind,
I'll never see her, she comes only (but she comes too) often to my mind.
I'll never hear her, queer that's what her doing was of kind,
I'll never meet her, me that's who she's unlikely to find.

I closed my eyes and what I see - no it is not you,
It's just your wraith floating to me dressed all in white-blue.
I caught a glimpse of flashing eyes with color of the hell,
having opened my eyes vision faded like a spell.

Just when I was preparing to leave the willow-wood
I noticed a big bird not of eagle brotherhood.
In order that he wouldn't spot me I lay cowering
And an image came to me of people and great gathering.

There were five hundred and forty two of paying men,
...
...
...

...
Forget it and forgive you those severe painful harms,
I wish I never went on hockey, never saw that scene,
...