Six White Horses (Demo)

Come here and look through the window Marie

Open up the shutters,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 fighting i want my son home

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

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 awhile

I've 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 Marie

Open up the shutters,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