Come here and look through the window Marie
Open up the shutters, tell me what you see?
Was that his knock that I heard at the door
Or is it six white horses
Coming down the road?
Come here and touch me and
Say that it's alright
You know that to my eyes the
Days are as the nights
Read again the letter that tells
Me where he's gone
To hell with the fighting, I want my son home
I taught him to fish and I
Taught him to be strong
I taught him that killing any man was wrong
But tomorrow in battle I'd run
To where he stood
If the help of a blind man would do any good
Last night I went to his room for awhile
I've touched all the things that
He used as a child
I rocked the cradle where he used to lay
I found his tin soldiers and threw them away
Come here and look through the window Marie
Open up the shutters, tell me what you see
Was that his knock that I heard at the door
Or is it six white horses coming up the road?
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