What is this that I can’t see With icy hands taking hold on me I am death, and none can excel I’ll open the doors to heaven or hell 
Chorus Oh death, oh death Can’t you spare me over till another year 
Oh death, someone would pray Couldn’t you call some other day The children’s prayed, the preacher’s preached The time of 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 hour come go with me 
’Tis 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 
Mother come to my bed Place a cold towel upon my head My head is warm, my feet is cold Death is a-moving upon my soul 
Oh death, how you’re treating me You’re closing my eyes so I can’t see You’re hurtin’ my body, you’re makin’ me cold You’re moving 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 would move your icy hand 
The old, the young, the rich and poor All alike with me, you know No wealth no land, No silver nor gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul 
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