歌词
Martha the gypsy and no one knows her name
Her birthday falls on Wednesday and it always is the same
It always is the same
Martha brings you laughter and mouths a song of joy
But once no more hereafter will she sing songs of the boy
Or will she sing songs of the boy
Martha's gone to fields of grass and sunshine and rain
And Martha's gone to places where no one knows her name
Where she can blow to dust all the world and games and pain
All the world and games and pain
And pain and pain
And the gypsy girl is laughing, children knock upon her door
She rides a dappled pony and lies upon the shore
And the city boys bring flowers and lay them at her door
When she comes to you in morning pain
Don't close, don't shut the door no more
Don't close, don't shut the door no more
And the ocean is a good home to build castles and to play
If you've ever loved a girl, come back another day
They all grow up to women and they all go on their way
But Martha's birthday is Wednesday and it always is the same
It always is the same
Written by: Karen Beth
