Jefferson Airplane - Martha

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;