(Instrumental)
I lit out from your back door Kicked an old can fifty miles or more Written right there on the side of the can There's a little bird of heaven right here
Hello little Martha There you stand with the stems of the roses still in your hand The seasons of time The weather, your face, you little Martha, there
Oh little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by Yet in thy dark streets shineth, the
wrote a song for your big brother, And I'm gonna write a song for you too. Don't cry pretty little Martha, Don't cry pretty little girl. Don't cry pretty little Martha
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