Riding My Luck

Am I dead or still alive? We’ll soon see, all in good time Crossing the mountains or slippery brook Riding to long on my good luck To a row of fine coffins all in a line A journeys end, is now my time? I knock three times on heavy lid Await a response and do what I’m bid If I’m so luck as to hear whispering It is an invitation for me to climb in But I’m greeted by silence this stormy night So it’s back to the battle, back to the fight On my next visit to this coffin lined ground It could be my time to hang around