Come here and look through the window Marie
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Open the shutters tell me what you see
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Was that his knock that I heard on the door
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Or is it six white horses coming up the road
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Come here and touch me and say that it's alright
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You know that to my eyes the days are as the nights
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And read again the letter that tells me where he's gone
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To hell with the fightin' I want my son home
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I taught him to fish and I taught him to be strong
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And I taught him that killing any man was wrong
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But tommorrow in battle I'd run to where he stood
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If the help of a blind man would do any good
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Last night I went to his room for a while
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And touched all the things that he used as a child
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And I rocked the cradle where he used to lay
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And found his tin soldiers and threw them away
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Come here and look through...
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Six White Horses
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| Henson Cargill |
