Jefferson Airplane - Martha

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