The Parable Of The Old Man And The Young - Joan Baez

So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went

And took the fire with him, and a knife

And as they sojourned both of them together

Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father

Behold the preparations, fire and iron

But where the lamb for this burnt-offering?

Then Abram bound the youth with belts and straps

And builded parapets and trenches there

And stretched forth the knife to slay his son

When lo!

an Angel called him out of heaven

Saying, Lay not thy hand upon the lad

Neither do anything to him, thy son

Behold!

Caught in a thicket by its horns

A Ram.

Offer the Ram of Pride instead

But the old man would not so, but slew his son

And half the seed of Europe, one by one