Lauren O'Connell - O, Death (Traditional song) | Текст песни

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• Lauren O'Connell
• O, Death (Traditional song)

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

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

I'll fix your feet 'til you can't walk.
I'll lock your jaw 'til you can't talk.
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour come and go with me.
O, Death. O, Death.
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

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

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

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