Come here and look through the window Marie

Open the shutters tell me what you see

Was that his knock that I heard on the door

Or is it six white horses coming up 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

And read again the letter that tells me where he's gone

To hell with the fightin' I want my son home



I taught him to fish and I taught him to be strong

And I taught him that killing any man was wrong

But tommorrow 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 a while

And touched all the things that he used as a child

And I rocked the cradle where he used to lay

And found his tin soldiers and threw them away

Come here and look through...