Six White Horses
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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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 tomorrow 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?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Johnny Cash's song "Six White Horses" depict the painful longing and anticipation of a father, possibly during wartime, waiting anxiously for his son's return. The song is filled with raw emotions and a sense of apprehension, as the singer pleads with Marie to look through the window and tell him what she sees. He wonders if the knock on the door is his son returning or if it's the arrival of six white horses, symbolizing death and the tragic news of his son's demise.


The lyrics convey the immense desperation and yearning of the singer to be reunited with his son. He asks Marie to touch him and reassure him that everything will be alright. The days and nights blend together for him, as his only focus is on finding solace in his son's safe return. The letter that reveals his son's whereabouts becomes a source of anger and frustration, as the singer expresses his desire to have his son back home, as opposed to being involved in a war that results in fighting and death.


The song also highlights the conflicting emotions of the singer. He reflects upon the lessons he taught his son, such as fishing and the importance of not taking another man's life. Despite these teachings, the singer admits that he would run to his son's side, even if it meant participating in the battle, if it could make a difference. His love for his son is so powerful that he is willing to go against his own principles to protect him.


The song explores the tender moments the father cherishes in his son's absence. He seeks solace by visiting his son's room and reminiscing about his childhood. The cradle, where his son slept as a baby, becomes a symbol of innocence and vulnerability. Ultimately, the singer discards his son's tin soldiers, representing the renouncement of war and violence in the hope of a peaceful future.


Line by Line Meaning

Come here and look through the window Marie
Please come here and join me at the window, Marie


Open up the shutters, tell me what you see?
Pull back the shutters to see what is outside and describe it to me


Was that his knock that I heard at the door
Could that sound I heard be the knock of his presence at our door?


Or is it six white horses coming down the road?
Alternatively, could it be six white horses approaching on the road?


Come here and touch me and say that it's alright
Come closer to me, embrace me, and reassure me that everything is okay


You know that to my eyes the days are as the nights
You are aware that to me, the days are indistinguishable from the nights in my grief


Read again the letter that tells me where he's gone
Read aloud once more the letter that informs me of his whereabouts


To hell with the fighting, I want my son home
I no longer care about the battles, I simply desire my son's safe return


I taught him to fish and I taught him to be strong
I educated him on the skills of fishing and instilled in him the value of strength


I taught him that killing any man was wrong
I imparted upon him the belief that taking another person's life is morally incorrect


But tomorrow in battle, I'd run to where he stood
However, if it were possible, I would swiftly rush to his side in the midst of battle


If the help of a blind man would do any good
Even if the assistance of a blind person would have any beneficial impact


Last night I went to his room for awhile
Last night, I visited his room for a brief period of time


I've touched all the things that he used as a child
I have physically interacted with all the objects he utilized during his childhood


I rocked the cradle where he used to lay
I gently swayed the cradle in which he used to sleep


I found his tin soldiers and threw them away
I discovered his toy soldiers made of tin, and decided to discard them


Come here and look through the window Marie
Once again, please come here and join me at the window, Marie


Open up the shutters, tell me what you see
Pull back the shutters once more and describe to me what you observe


Was that his knock that I heard at the door
Is it possible that the knock I heard is his arrival at our door?


Or is it six white horses coming up the road?
Alternatively, could it be six white horses approaching on the road?




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N E R D

Such a great song.

Unknow unkown

love this song when tommy is singing  love it even more when jonny does

irish 7340

So amazing.

Tom Shark

Yes, this is a Tommy Cash song.  There is a completely different Six White Horses by Waylon Jennings...both are great songs.

Bill Brower

Might that be Stan Johnson's version ???

Bill Brower

GREAT JOB BY JOHNNY !!!

gavin long

classic

Garry Eslinger

it was written by Larry Murray recorded by Tommy Cash 1969
the other version was written by Bobby Bond
released by Henson Cargill in 1968
covered by Waylon and Karl Blau

Ila Hilda Sissac

I just heard this tune, a very  haunting tribute song.

Jeannine Jublot

Ila Hilda Sissac i

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