Martha

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 dan

Operator, number, please: it's been so many years Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha? this is old Tom Frost, And I am calling long distance, don't worry 'bout the cost. 'Cause it's been forty ye

Martha, it's your brother calling
Time to go up north and see mother
Things are harder for her now
And neither of us is really that much older than each other
Anymore

Martha, it's your brother calling
Have you had a chance to see father?
Wondering h