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...