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Fare Thee Well, Lithuanian Maiden Lyrics by Robert Wynne and Jeffrey Williams Music by Robert Wynne © 2000 Fare thee well, Lithuanian maiden. I pray thee safe passage to Baltic's coast Travelling in a car well laiden With blackmarket goods where needed most For there you'll meet a man named Raoul Strange golden jewelry he will give My goods to him you must turn o'er At least, that is, if you want to live Then return to me, my Lithuanian maiden, Linger not while the moon hangs in the sky Bring me that which Raoul has forsaken, Swift as an arrow, sraight as the crow flies. Ask me no questions, you do not want to know No answers have I that would settle your heart Just do this thing that I now ask of you The sooner from me you should freely part. Then drive down the road, my sweet little maiden Let the car roll for all of twenty feet. Then count your way to one hundred slowly And do not look back, not even a peek And when you look back, long shall I be gone Gone upon the wind, stepped behind the sun And never again shall you hear of me Till I call you again for that long Baltic run
This one is a bit cryptic. Jeff and I wrote this as a round robin -- He offered the first verse, and I replied with the second, to which he replied, until it was finished. The words got polished a bit when I set it to music, and only afterwards did I go back and fill in what the song is actually about. I intend to write it up as a short story one day.
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