Leonard Cohen – Story Of Isaac (Ukulele)

#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Harold "Bo" Baur) Subject: CRD: Story of Isaac, Leonard Cohen. Here's one more of Leonard Cohen... not that anybody asked :-) Bo.

    Am             F
The door it opened slowly,

   Am             F
my father he came in,

      G    F     E
I was nine years old.

       Am              F
And he stood so tall above me,

    Am                  F
his blue eyes they were shining

        G         F    E
and his voice was very cold.

   C
He said, "I've had a vision

and you know I'm strong and holy,

       D                 B
I must do what I've been told."

      F              Bb
So he started up the mountain,

      F               Bb
I was running, he was walking,

        F       G       A        Am
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 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. Comments 'n stuff okay, reply to: [email protected]