Martha's Gone to Westmoreland

Martha's Gone To Westmoreland

She was the life of the party, feathers in her hair
Rings in her nose, bells on her toes
You could tell from a distance, she had no resistance
As everyone loves her wherever she goes

Now she wants to be a singer, her lyrics were too bitter
Just a chant down Babylon night and day
You could tell there is trouble, someone burst her bubble
And put her in a compromising way

She running, she running, she running away
Oh oh oh

The last thing they told me, she's headed for the country
West Street is where she catch a bus, now my thoughts in reflection
Did we give her direction, to the God she ought to know

Martha's gone to Westmoreland
May God help her soul
Everything is out of control
Father help her Jesus
Send your light before us
For it is in You we put our trust .. repeat

On a bright Sunday morning, rainbow in the sky
Looking down on the place where Martha lies
And from the earth a flower grows
With the look of Martha in her eyes

Martha's gone to Westmoreland
May God help her soul
Everything is out of control
And the church bells ring, while the choir sings
Everything, everything's gonna be alright

Martha's gone to Westmoreland
May God help her soul
Everything is out of control
Father help us Jesus
Send your light before us
For it is in you we put our trust

Martha's gone to Westmoreland Oh oh oh oh
May God help her soul
Everything is out of control, we place it in Your hands
Father help us Jesus
Send your light before us
For it is in you we put our trust