Spare him O’ Death, Take him not
For he has not bid farewell yet
Thoughts of his words unspoken, deeds undone
Will for ever haunt his loved one

Spare him some moments O’ Death
To say goodbye
For a kiss, a hug,
For the last he would do
If knew today we would die

Be patient O’ Death
In the last moments of his
For they will be lived and relived in somebody’s memories
When u take him apart
U will also take a piece of someone’s heart

Be kind O’ Death
When you take him away
For his kin will surround him
When in your arms he‘ll lay

Be gentle O’ Death
For though no man will ever
Sing praise in your thought
But if be a little kind
Cursed you’ll be not