I am death, and none can excel
I'll open the doors to heaven or [bad word] 
What is this that I can't see
With icy hands taking hold on me

Oh death, oh death
Can't you spare me over till another year

I'll lock your jaw so you can't talk
I'll fix your feet so you can't walk
Close your eyes so you can't see
This very [bad word] go with me

 [bad word] 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, 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

'Tis Death, [bad word] 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, 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 [bad word] 
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