Six White Horses

Come here and look through the window over

He open up the shatters tell me, watch 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 all right

You know that to my eyes the days are as the the nights

Read again the letter that tells me that he's gone

To hell with the fighting, I want my son homeI taught him to fish and I taught him to be strong

Taught him that killing any man is wrong

But tomorrow in battle I'd run to where he stood

If the help of a blind man do any goodLast night, I went to this room for a while

I touched all the things that he used as a child

I rock the cradle where he used to lay

I'd found these tin soldiers and threw them away