Martha paints, paints, paints
Sitting all alone, in her little house by the sea
And every moment passing brings him closer still
And soon he'll be coming home
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Martha sews, sews, sews
Makes a little quilt, in her little house by the sea
And every door that's creaking brings a little smile
That soon he'll be coming home

Martha prays, prays, prays
By her dainty crib, in her little house by the sea
'Cause every word of the letter says it plain and clear
He won't be coming home no more
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Martha dusts, dusts, dusts
Cleans up every inch of her little house by the sea
'Cause when they bring the body, it will be like a king
Laying on a golden bed
Martha waits, waits, waits
Counting up the stars above her little house by the sea
And every distant twinkle, like his gentle hand
Wipes away her silent tears
Martha's grey now
Sitting all alone in her little house by the sea
And every moment passing brings her closer still
To the one she loves the most
Martha's gone now