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