Oh, Death
Oh, Death
Folk
Diatonic
-4-5 -44 -67 -66-5 Oh-- Death, Oh—-Death 6 -5 -6 -6 6 6 -5 -4 -4 4 -4 Won’t you spare me o-ver til a-noth-er year -4 -4 -5 -4 -4 -4 -6 What is this that I can see 6 -6 -6 6 -5 -4 -4 4 -4 With i-cy hands tak-in hold of me -4-4 -5 -4 -4 -4 -4 -6 I am death and none can ex-cel 6 -6 -6 -6 6-5 -4 -4 -4 4 -4 I’ll o-pen the doors to hea-ven or hell -4 -5 -4 -4 -4 -6 Whoa Death, some-one would pray 6 -6 -6 -6 6-5 -4 -4 4 -4 Could-n’t you call again some oth-er day? -4 -4 -4 -5 -4 -4 -4 -6 God’s child-ren prayed, the preach-er preached, 6 -6 -6 6 -5 -4 -4 -4 4 -4 Both time and merc-y are out of your reach I’ll fix your feet so you can’t walk I’ll lock your jaw so you can’t talk Close your eyes so you can’t see This ver-y hour, come go with me Death, I come to take the soul Leave the bod-y and leave it cold To drop the flesh off of the frame The earth and worms both have a claim The old, the young, the rich, the poor All a-like with me, you know; No wealth, no land, no silver, or gold Nothing satis-fies me but your soul -4-5 -44 -67 -66-5 Oh-- Death, Oh—Death 6 -5 -6 -6 6 6 -5 -4 -4 4 -4 Won’t you spare me o-ver til a-noth-er year 6 -5 -6 -6 6 6 -5 -4 -4 4 -4’ Won’t you spare me o-ver til a-noth-er year
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