Lyrics - Story Of Isaac by Cohen Leonard

The door it opened slowly,my father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,his blue eyes they were shiningand his voice was very cold.
He said, "
I've had a visionand you know
I'm strong and holy,
I must do what
I've been told."
So he started up the mountain,
I was running, he was walking,and his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,the lake a lady's mirror,we stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute laterand he put his hand on mine.
Thought
I saw an eaglebut it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,he looked once behind his shoulder,he knew
I would not hide.
You who build these altars nowto sacrifice these children,you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a visionand you never have been temptedby a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,your hatchets blunt and bloody,you were not there before,when
I lay upon a mountainand my father's hand was tremblingwith the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,forgive me if
I inquire,"
Just according to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if
I must,
I will help you if
I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if
I must,
I will kill you if
I can.
And mercy on our uniform,man of peace or man of war,the peacock spreads his fan.

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