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DEATH COME'S RIDING
The wind was low
and time stood still
and death comes riding
o'er the hill
His fearome steed
was black as coal
his notrails flared
his red eye bold
Black hood pulled tight
around his face
he must ride fast and
keep the pace
it's almost time
the hour is nigh
the moon is high
an eagle cries
And soon would be
the hour of gloom
with frosted breath
death rides to doom
And soon Someone
will meet his fate
so he must ride
death can't be late
He tops the hill
he see's below
there lies his prey
and he must go
Invisibally he waits
and stands near by
stretch out strong hands
for he must die
And as the stars shown over head
death hummed an erie tune
and lo, the sound was never heard
like silence in an empty tomb
an accident
an injured child
a weeping mother
almost wild
A young boy thrown
from off his horse
death cannot wait
just stay on course
now he rides fast
into the night
he holds the boy
his spirit light
And looking down
on this silent one
he thinks
another mision almost done
the wind was low
the night was chill
and two rode back
across the hill
