From the recording Martha At the Window Watching


Warm shadows dance upon the walls
The crackling fire embracing
The pillowed soft of cozy chairs
The deep-napped window dressing
The velvet plush, pulled back a bit
Reveals the lace beneath
And Martha parting lace from lace
Steps up to take a peek
From golden warmth, she looks intent
Upon the frozen ground
The sun's been hidden all day long
By snow held in the clouds
And now as darkness steals the day
The shadows twine together
And Martha stands her quiet watch
Untouched by sound or hour
     All night long Martha's at the window watching
      Morning comes and Martha still is there
      All night long I can hear her softly singing
      Morning comes and her music scents the air
What vision holds her to the panes
What could she hope to see?
For all night long her sparkling eyes
Search from tree to tree
And now a gentle snow falls, silent,
Blanketing the ground
And Martha hums a song remembered
When she was quite young
In morning grey the snow have come
And Martha's eyes grow heavy
She peeks once more through frost to see
Footsteps in the blanket.
Then rushing, joyous, glass to glass
Throws open every curtain
And stands to wait fro Martha's dream
Now treads the path for certain!