COUNT ME IN

When the winds blow by

and your coat threads far too thin,

head low against what wears you out,

think once and then count me in.

If troubles mount beyond belief,

leaves you to shed your skin,

in search of comfort in a stranger's care,

breathe twice and then count me in.

Come knocking hard with your hand,

to late your chance to win,

what credit given then,

wait and then count me in.

Should dark marks your days,

in lamplight all looks grim,

turn up your collar, 

turn back your steps,

give me a sign and count me in.