CONVERSATION WITH DEATH


1. Well, what is this that I can't see
It's your icy hands, take 'em off of me.
Oh, yes, I've come to get your soul
And leave your body. Leave it cold.

CHORUS:

Oh, death please give me time
To lift my heart and change my mind.
Your heart is fixed, your mind is bound,
I have the shackles to drag you down.

2. I'll fix your hips so you can't walk
I'll fix your mouth so you can't talk.
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour come go with me.

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