Judy Collins Story Of Isaac
The door it opened slowly
And my father he came in
I was nine years old
And he stood so far above me
And his blue eyes they were shining
And his voice was very cold
He said, "I've had a vision
And 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
You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children
You must not do it anymore
For you never had a vision
And you never have been tempted
By the Devil or the Lord
Yes, 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 ask
"According to whose plan?"
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must
I will love you if I can
And may I never learn to scorn
The body out of chaos born
The woman and the man
And mercy on our uniform
Man of peace, man of war
The peacock spreads his fan
