Little Reaper
Noah Tabraham
Here comes my little reaper, coming 'round the bend
With a scythe in her arm, and a soul in her hand
Here comes my little reaper, know she's come for me
I've packed up all my things I'm ready to be free
Here comes my little reaper, lurking by my bed
With a scythe in her arm, right above my head
There goes my little reaper, carrying my soul
Oh way off in the ether where I'll be alone
