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.