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