House By the Sea

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