Marketa

She was waiting
Down the stairs
In her city shoes and a dress
And who would know
What she’s to do
Oh Marketa
My Marketa

Then the sun shone
On the river
The swans were taking a shower
And who would know
What she’s used to
Oh Marketa
My Marketa

Oh Marketa
She’s got some of that wake me up
And I’ve seen her face light up
From within she felt the lush
And with the bright eyes wide open
She looked at me
Oh Marketa
D’you see me now?
My Marketa

Who are you to me now? (to me now)
Who are you to me now? (to me now)