Martha's wearing blue jeans And she's praying for the poor Two midgets shop for halloween At a salvation army store And a widow with a quarter Buys herself a plastic ring A little faith is a precious thing
Santa in december The circus in july The fat man he has mouths to feed Just like you and i And a family of agnostics Attends a christening A little faith is a precious thing
Tonight meet me at the graveyard Up on teaberry hill We'll lie upon the ground and dream Where truth and superstition Are just a reasoning away And nothing is ever as it seems
Like a seed that grows 'neath fallen leaves She wouldn't let them keep her down Left her parents home Moved to the country Now her children play in the backyard Near where the cooling towers steam A little faith is a precious thing
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