The Reaper Walks Alone

I heard a knock, but no one’s there,

Just cold wind movin’ through the air.

A shadow stretched across the floor,

He didn’t speak, just closed the door.

The reaper walks, he walks alone,

Through fields of ash and broken stone.

He don’t run, he don’t hide—

He takes your hand, and walks beside.

He’s got no face, he’s got no name,

But every soul he takes the same.

He don’t care if you're rich or poor,

He’ll find your trail, that’s what he's for.

The reaper walks, he walks alone,

Through fields of ash and broken stone.

He don’t run, he don’t hide—

He takes your hand, and walks beside.

You can pray, you can cry,

You can drink your bottle dry.

But when that bell begins to toll,

He’ll come to claim your weary soul.

The reaper walks, slow and low,

With boots that drag through dust and snow.

He don’t speak, he don’t moan—

Just leads you down the road unknown.