Abraham took isaac's hand
And led him to
the lonesome hill
While his daughter
hid and watched
She dared not breathe
she was so still
Just as an angel cried
for the slaughter
Abraham's daughter
raised her voice
Then the angel
asked her what her
Name was she said
I have none
Then he asked
how can this be
My father never gave me one
And when he saw her
raised for the slaughter
Abraham's daughter
raised her bow
How darest you child
defy your father
You better let young isaac go