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Lyricist: Ralph Stanley
Lyrics:
Oh, Death Whoa, Death Won't you spare me over till another year?
Well, what is this, that I can't see? With ice-cold hands taking hold of me Well, I am Death, none can excel I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell
“Oh, 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 till you can't walk I'll lock your jaw till you can't talk I'll close your eyes so you can't see This very hour, come and go with me
Death, I come to take the soul Leave the body and leave it cold To drop the flesh off of the frame The earth and worms both have a claim
Oh, Death Whoa, Death Won't you spare me over till 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-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 till another year
Won't you spare me over till another year Won't you spare me over till another year
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