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O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
O, Death   O, Death   Won't you spare me over til another year   Well what is this that I can't see   With ice cold hands takin' hold of me   Well I am death, none can excel   I'll open the door to heaven or hell   Whoa, death someone would pray   Could you wait to call me another day   The children prayed, the preacher preached   Time and mercy is out of your reach   I'll fix your feet til you cant walk   I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk   I'll close your eyes so you can't see   This very air, come and go with me   I'm death I come to take the soul   Leave the body and leave it cold   To draw up the flesh off of the frame   Dirt and worm both have a claim   O, Death   O, Death   Won't you spare me over til another year   My mother came to my bed   Placed a cold towel upon my head   My head is warm my feet are cold   Death is a-movin upon my soul   Oh, death how you're treatin' me   You've close my eyes so I can't see   Well you're hurtin' my body   You make me cold   You run my life right outta my soul   Oh death please consider my age   Please don't take me at this stage   My wealth is all at your command   If you will move your icy hand   Oh the young, the rich or poor   Hunger like me you know   No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold   Nothing satisfies me but your soul   O, death   O, death   Wont you spare me over til another year   Wont you spare me over til another year   Wont you spare me over til another year