White House - Vicky
There's a white house in a town
Old and scared and tumbled down
I can build it up onc e more
That's what memories are forThere'a fire, a chair, a dream
Was I six- or seventeen
As the years go by you'll find
Time plays tricks upon the mindWhite house joy will disappear
What became of yesteryear
With my mother and my father there
I knew love was everywhereWas it hate that closed the door
What do children know of war
Old and scarred and tumbled down
Gone the white house in the town
