Oh, Death - Ralph Stanley, Gillian Welch

What is this that I can’t see

With icy hands taking hold on me?

I am Death, no-one can tell

I’ll open the doors to Heaven or Hell

O Death, o Death

Please spare me over just another year

I’ll fix your feet so you can’t walk

I’ll lock your jaw so you cannot talk

I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see

This very hour come and go with me

«O Death», someone would say

«Couldn't you call some other day?»

God’s children prayed, the preacher preached

Time and mercy are out of your reach

O Death, o Death

Please spare me over just another year

My mother come to my bed

Placed a cold towel upon my head

My head is warm, my feet are cold

Death is moving upon my soul

O Death, o Death

Please spare me over just another year

O 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

O Death, o Death

Please spare me over just another year

O Death, o Death

Please spare me over just another year