Murder of Crows - Oh Death

Oh death
Whooooah death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

What is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me

I am death none can excel
Open the gate to heaven or hell
Whoa death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day

I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour come and go with me
Death I come to take the soul
Leave the body, leave it cold

Drop the flesh up off the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim

Oh death
Whooooah death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is moving upon 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 hands

Oh the young, the rich, the poor
You will like me no
No wealth, no land, no silver or gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul

Ooh death
Whooooah death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Written by:
Lloyd Chandler

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Lyrics © ROUGH TRADE PUBLISHING

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