Death has no hold on me, CHRIST has set me free….

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 takin’ hold of me.
Well I am death, none can excel. I’ll open the door to heaven or hell.
Whoa, death someone would pray. Could you wait to call me another day.
The children prayed, the preacher preached. Time and mercy is out of your reach.
I’ll fix your feet til you cant walk. I’ll lock your jaw til you cant talk.
I’ll close your eyes so you can’t see. This very air, come and go with me.
I’m death I come to take the soul. Leave the body and leave it cold.
To draw up the flesh off of the frame. Dirt and worm both have a claim.
O, Death, O, Death. Won’t you spare me over til another year.
My mother came to my bed. Placed a cold towel upon my head.
My head is warm my feet are cold. Death is a-movin upon my soul.
Oh, death how you’re treatin’ me. You’ve closed my eyes so I can’t see.
Well you’re hurtin’ my body. You make me cold. You run my life right outta 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 will move your icy hand.
Oh the young, the rich or poor. Hunger like me you know.
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
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.
Ralph Stanly…

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