Martha 歌词

Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, Patiently; She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept, pleasantly; She does as she pleases, she listens for me; Martha she calls to me from a feather in the meadow, "Fly to me;" You can dance and sing and walk with me And dreams will fade and shadows grow in weed; She does as she pleases, she waits there for me; She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me; My love she talks to winking windows as she murmurs to her feet, thoughtly; She separates in laughter to my side, caught for me; She does as she pleases, she waits there for me; She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me; Martha she keeps her heart in a broken clock and it's waiting there for me; She weeds apart through a token lock; What a great thing to be free; She weeps time, starts unspoken, but when the gate swings there she'll be, There she'll be: in green sun, on blue earth under warm running shower.