Martha Lyrics

Paul Kantner)

Patiently;
Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps,
She sifts the hairy air that's worn and woodswept,
Pleasantly;
She does as she pleases,
She listens for me;

Martha she calls to me from a feather in the meadow,

You can dance and sing and walk with me;
"Fly to me:"
And dreams will fade and shadows grow in weed;

She does as she pleases,

Her heels rise for me;
as she murmurs to her feet,
My love, she talks to winking windows, Thoughtfully;
Caught for me;
She separates in laughter to my side,
She does as she pleases,
Her heels rise for me;

and it's waiting there for me;

Martha , she keeps her heart in a broken lock,
What a great thing to be free;
She weeds apart through a token lock;

She weeps time, starts unspoken;
But when the gate swings,
There she'll be,
there she'll be
In green sun;

Under warm sunning showers.
On blue earth;
Copyright 1967, 1968 Icebag Corp

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