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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
