Spare Me Over One More Year - Kacy & Clayton

Here come the people of the morning

And the heat of the light

What a gentle way of warning

That I slept right through another night

Death comes every evening

Crying at my door

Standing cold out on the sidewalk

But I know just what he’s looking for

He’s looking for a body

That simplest to find

And he thinks that he can have me

But I know it’s not my time

When kindred souls are far away

And the endless night is near

These few words I often pray

Spare me over one more year

I never leave without a pen knife

In my pocket or my hand

For if I’m taken from this brief life

It will not be from his hands