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Lyric Credits: |
Daniel V. Gribbin |
Music Credits: |
Daniel V. Gribbin |
Producer Credits: |
Daniel V. Gribbin |
Publisher Credits: |
Daniel V. Gribbin |
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Short Song Description:
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Long Song Description:
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Story Behind the Song:
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Song Length |
2:55 |
Primary Genre |
Folk-General |
Tempo / Feel |
Pop-Easy Listening |
Tempo / Feel |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Subject Matter 1 |
Spirituality |
Mood 1 |
Serene |
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This is a morning made for Martha,
The marbled clouds awash in pink.
A sliver moon she's carved in ivory,
A veil of mist too pure to drink.
But when will Martha come, when will we wade the rising tide?
Oh, when will Martha come--when will she walk here by my side?
We've known our share of disappointments;
Leaving our better selves behind.
I've walked away from what I needed;
She's helped me see that I was blind.
And when will Martha come? Shore birds are waiting to rejoice.
Yes, when will Martha come--when will we hear her laughing voice?
This is an evening made for Martha,
A copper sunset in the West.
Against a silhouette of palm trees
The evening star has reached its crest.
But when will Martha come, to name the stars I count each night?
Oh, when will Martha come--when will this darkness know her light?
This was a morning made for Martha,
The marbled clouds awash in pink.
A sliver moon she's carved in ivory,
A veil of mist too pure to drink.
Dan Gribbin
bluzeman1@hotmail.com
Phone: 386-760-8226
Cell: 386-956-1813
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