Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps, Patiently;

She sifts the hairy air that's warm 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, thoughtfully;

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 shallow water