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 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 makes it plain and clear He won't be coming home no more ♪ 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