Hard times, hard times in Canaan land,
Trouble in the mind of a man.
A voice came whispering softly to him,
Go offer, offer up the land.
Abraham took his only son high
upon a hill.
His test of faith had finally come,
As the wind,
the wind began to chill.
Coal, steel, coal, steel in the father's hand,
Tears falling from the sky.
The angels, the angels did not understand,
Why the righteous, the righteous boy should die.
And Abraham most mysteriously laid down that deadly knife,
Said my darling son,
I wish I was the one,
Who spared,
who spared your precious life.
Oh Isaac,
the light of all your days,
Will shine upon this mountain high,
And never, never fade away,
And never fade away.
