O Death, O Death
Won’t you spare me over to another year
What is this that I can’t see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me
Well I am death no one can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
O Death, O Death
Won’t you spare me over to another year
Well the children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet so you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw so you can't talk
I'll close your eyes so you can’t see
This very hour come and go with me
I’m Death I come to take your soul
Leave your body, leave it cold
To draw the flesh up off the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O Death, O Death
Won’t you spare me over to another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel up on my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is moving upon my soul
Oh death how you treating me
You close my eyes so I can't see
Well you hurt my body make cold
You run my life right out of 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 hands
The old, young rich or poor
Are all alike to me, you know
No wealth no land no silver or gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O Death, O Death
Won’t you spare me over to another year
credits
from Mudhouse Gang,
released September 8, 2018
Public Domain
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