When I was a youngster, Mama said to me
Always look behind you wherever you may be
Oh death, oh death, won’t you hold me over for another year?
Let me tell you, people, a thing or two I know
Everything is spirit and we’re all here to go
Oh death, oh death, won’t you hold me over for another year?
All the young keep coming with their drums and songs
And their dreams as old as the bottom of the pond
Oh death, oh death, won’t you hold me over for another year?
Oh death, oh death, won’t you turn me over for another year?