Story of Isaac
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Story of Isaac
Leonard Cohen
#From: tgtchb@tc0.chem.tue.nl (Harold "Bo" Baur)
The
Am
door it opened
F
slowly,
my
Am
father he came
F
in,
I was
G
nine
F
years
E
old.
And he
Am
stood so tall ab
F
ove me,
his
Am
blue eyes they were
F
shining
and his
G
voice was
F
very
E
cold.
He
C
said, "I've had a vision
and you know I'm strong and holy,
I must
D
do what I've been
B
told."
So he
F
started up the
Bb
mountain,
I was
F
running, he was
Bb
walking,
and his
F
axe was
G
made of
A
gold.
Am
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 later
and he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
but 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 now
to sacrifice these children,
you must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
and you never have been tempted
by 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 mountain
and my father's hand was trembling
with 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.
Speed