Six White Horses

Come here and look through the window over me
Open up the shutter, 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 flag [?] and I want my son home

I taught him how 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 a while
I 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 over me
Open up the shutter, 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