O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Well, what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands with a hold on me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open your door to heaven or [bad word] 'O, death' if someone would pray
'Could you wait and take me another day?'
The children prayed, the preacher preached
But life is now out of your reach

O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

My wealth is all at [bad word] If you will just remove your cold hand
No money or wealth, no silver or gold
I seek nothing but your soul

I'll fix your feet so you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw so you can't talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
I am [bad word] go with me
I am Death, none can excel
I'll open your door to heaven or [bad word] 
O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?