O Death [live]
O death, o death
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
O death, someone would pray
Could you call some other day?
The children prayed, the preacher prayed
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
Close your eyes so you can't see
This very air comes over 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 worm both have their claim"
O death, o death
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
My mother comes to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
Because my head is warm my feet are cold
Death is moving upon my soul
O death, how you're treating me
You close my eyes so I can't see
You hurt my body, you make me cold
You move my life right out of my hold
O death, o death
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
O death, consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you would move your icy hand
"O the young, the rich or poor
Are all alike with me you know
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold
Not will satisfy but your soul"
But o death, o death
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
O death, someone would pray
Could you call some other day?
The children prayed, the preacher prayed
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
Close your eyes so you can't see
This very air comes over 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 worm both have their claim"
O death, o death
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
My mother comes to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
Because my head is warm my feet are cold
Death is moving upon my soul
O death, how you're treating me
You close my eyes so I can't see
You hurt my body, you make me cold
You move my life right out of my hold
O death, o death
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
O death, consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you would move your icy hand
"O the young, the rich or poor
Are all alike with me you know
No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold
Not will satisfy but your soul"
But o death, o death
Can you spare me over till another year
O death, o death
Please spare me over till another year
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Writer(s): Trad, Dawn Louise Mccarthy
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