Oh, Death

Whoa, Death

Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Well what is this, that I can't see?

With ice-cold hands taking hold of me

Well I am Death, no one can tell

I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

"Oh Death," someone would pray

"Could you wait to call me another day?"

My mother came to my bed

Placed a cold towel upon my head

My head is warm, my feet are cold Death is a-moving upon my soul

Oh Death, how you're treating me

You closed my eyes so I can't see

Well you're hurting my body, you make me 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

Oh, the young, the rich, or poor

All alike, me, you know

No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold

Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Oh, Death

Whoa, Death

Won't you spare me over 'til another year

Won't you spare me over 'til another year