Death Coach

With a clop-clip-clop in the darkness

That only the dead may hear

The coach of death comes calling

By day, by month, by year.

Now some men die on the battlefield

Whene’er the big guns thunder.

They give their all for their country’s need;

At home the loved ones wonder ------

When that clop-clip-clop in the darkness

That only the dead may hear

Will bring the death coach calling

For loved ones far from here.

Still others expire in their own warm beds,

In sleep they quietly go.

Good friends may grieve and loved ones weep

But once again they know -----

That the clop-clip-clop in the darkness

That only the dead may hear

Has brought the coach of death

For the passengers waiting here.

Yet more men die by their own foul hand

Or by other hands they’re slain,

And cold and white they wait with time

All silent and free from pain -----

As that clop-clip-clop in the darkness

That only the dead may hear

Brings on the coach of death

By day, by month, by year.