Sickle and Hood – Lyrics by David Lamb Well Death came swagger-walkin’ out of the woods Draggin’ three cryin’ ladies behind Just three torn dresses and a big black hood Rollin’ over to their home in the sky They said, “Are we gonna die?” We all gotta die “What have we done?” You ain’t done nothin’ wrong Two young lovers wandered into the woods And Death come a trailin’ behind The young boy bit the sickle of the big black hood While his lover just laid down and cried He said, “Is she gonna die?” This wasn’t her time “What have I done?” You ain’t done nothin’ wrong When Death got to heaven with the souls from the woods He was blinded by the Lord’s holy light You can’t go swingin’ ‘round the sickle in your big black hood When you’ve been drinkin’ from the fruit of the vine He said, “Am I gonna die?” We all gotta die “What have I done?” You’ve been reckless son Well I warned you not to wield around the sickle and hood Taking souls under the spell of the shine Now you can drink the firewater from the devil’s woods I’m gonna send you where the sun never shines