Houses on the Hill

Well, I found a bunch of letters

They were written for the fellow

Who broke your mama's heart

And the envelope folds

Smelled of her ancient perfume

I'll bet she didn't know

How to respond to 40 blankets of snow

Caught him out wandering alone

With no place to go

There were stars in the sky

There were houses on the hill

And there were bottles and pills

That were easy to buy

To keep her warm from the oncoming storm

Well, I found them in the north-west corner of the attic

In a box labeled "Tinsel and Lights"

Didn't know what I was looking for

Maybe just a blanket or artifacts

Eisenhower sent him to war

He kept her picture in his pocket

That was closest to his heart

And when he hit shore

It must have been a target for the gunner-men

There were stars in the sky

There were bunkers on the hill

And there were caskets to fill

Where he would lie

Shrouded in the red, white and blue with the stripes

There were stars in the sky

There were houses on the hill

And there were bottles and pills

That were easy to buy

To keep her warm from the oncoming storm