O, Death!; or, A Conversation with Death lyrics

[The dying]

Oh, Death

Whoa, Death

Won't you spare me over 'til another year?

Well what is this, that I can't see?

With ice-cold hands taking hold of me?

[Death]

Well I am Death, none can excel

I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell

[The dying]

"Oh Death," someone would pray

"Could you wait to call me another day?"

The children prayed, the preacher preached

Having mercy is out of your reach?

[Death]

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

Death, I, come 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

[The dying]

Oh, Death

Whoa, 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-moving upon my soul

Oh Death, how you're treating me

You closed my eyes so I can't see

Well you're hurting my body, you make me cold

You run 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 your command

If you will move your icy hands

[Death]

Oh, the young, the rich, or poor

All alike, me, you know

No wealth, no land, no silver, no gold

Nothing satisfies me but your soul

[The dying]

Oh, Death

Whoa, 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

• Artist:American Folk
• Album:O Brother, Where Art Thou? (soundtrack)