| Am | Bm/A | Am | |
| Martha she | listens for the | ticking of my | footsteps, |
| Bm/A | Am | Bm/A | |
| patient | ly |
| Am | Bm/A | Am | |
| She | sifts the hairy | air that's warm and | woodswept, |
| Bm/A | Am | Bm/A | |
| pleasant | ly |
| Bb Ab C Bb Am / / / Bm/A / / / (repeat) |
| She does as she pleases, she listens for me |
| Verse 2: |
| 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 (??, something that |
| rhymes with 'me') |
| Bb | Ab | F | Eb | Bb | Eb | Ab | |
| She does as she | pleases, she | waits | there for | me |
| Bb | Ab | C | Bb | Am | Bm/A | |
| She does as she | pleases, her | heels | rise for | me |
| Verse 3: |
| My love she talks to waking windows as she murmurs to her feet, |
| thoughtfully |
| She separates in laughter to her side, caught for me |
| She does as she pleases, she waits there for me |
| She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me |
| Verse 4: |
| Martha she keeps her heart in a broken clock, and it's waiting |
| there for me |
| She weaves apart through a token lock, what a great thing to be free |
| Am | |
| She weeps, tired and starts unspoken, but when the gate swings, |
| There she'll be |
| There she'll be |
| (no accompaniment) |
| In green sun |
| On blue earth |
| Under warm running shower |
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| Does anyone know the words to that last line of the second verse? |
| I would appreciate feedback. |
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| submitted by Hirsch Freeman |
| transcribed by Shawn Trotter |
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| comments or corrections welcome at drumbo@geocities.com |
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