The Story of Isaac
Leonard Cohen Lyrics


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The door it opened slowly,
My father he came in,
I was nine years old.
And he stood so tall above me,
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.

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.

Overall Meaning

The Story of Isaac is a powerful, thought-provoking ballad by Leonard Cohen that offers an insightful commentary on the biblical story of the same name. The song begins with Isaac's father bursting into his room, announcing that he has had a vision and must obey it. Isaac's father appears determined to kill him, taking him up the mountain with an axe made of gold. As the climb progresses, the trees grow smaller, and the lake appears as a mirror. They stop to drink wine, but the father throws the bottle away and places his hand on Isaac's, giving the impression of a looming danger. Finally, the father builds an altar and turns around, knowing that Isaac won't hide.


Cohen's lyrics preach an anti-war message, condemning the sacrifice of children in the name of religion, urging those who build altars for such purposes to cease their actions immediately. The song condemns violence as a whole, implying that violence begets violence, and that if it comes down to it, Cohen will go to any lengths to protect his own life.


Line by Line Meaning

The door it opened slowly,
The door slowly creaked open


My father he came in,
My father entered the room


I was nine years old.
I was a child of nine years


And he stood so tall above me,
He towered over me


His blue eyes they were shining
His blue eyes sparkled


And his voice was very cold.
His voice was stern and emotionless


He said, "I've had a vision
He claimed to have had a divine revelation


And you know I'm strong and holy,
He was confident in his spiritual strength


I must do what I've been told."
He believed it was his obligation to act on this vision


So he started up the mountain,
He began to climb the mountain


I was running, he was walking,
I was moving quickly while he walked slowly


And his axe was made of gold.
His weapon was made of valuable material


Well, the trees they got much smaller,
As we climbed, the trees became less dense


The lake a lady's mirror,
The lake's surface was like a reflection of a woman


We stopped to drink some wine.
We paused to share a drink of wine


Then he threw the bottle over.
He tossed the empty bottle away


Broke a minute later
It shattered on impact


And he put his hand on mine.
He touched my hand


Thought I saw an eagle
I believed I saw an eagle


But it might have been a vulture,
But it could have been a bird of prey


I never could decide.
I could never be sure


Then my father built an altar,
He constructed a place of worship


He looked once behind his shoulder,
He glanced over his shoulder


He knew I would not hide.
He knew I would not run away


You who build these altars now
Addressing those who continue to build places of sacrifice


To sacrifice these children,
To offer up innocent lives


You must not do it anymore.
Challenging the morality of sacrificing children


A scheme is not a vision
A selfish plan is not a divine revelation


And you never have been tempted
You have never been tested with such a decision


By a demon or a god.
Whether influenced by evil or divine intervention


You who stand above them now,
Addressing those who hold power over others


Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
Your weapons are used and stained with blood


You were not there before,
You never experienced this situation


When I lay upon a mountain
When I was on the mountain


And my father's hand was trembling
And my father was shaking


With the beauty of the word.
With the power of the divine message he received


And if you call me brother now,
If you call me a comrade now


Forgive me if I inquire,
I apologize if I must ask


"just according to whose plan?"
According to whose divine plan?


When it all comes down to dust
When everything comes to an end


I will kill you if I must,
I will resort to violence if necessary


I will help you if I can.
I will be there to support you if possible


When it all comes down to dust
When everything comes to an end


I will help you if I must,
I will assist you if necessary


I will kill you if I can.
I will use violence against you if possible


And mercy on our uniform,
Mercy for the clothing that we wear


Man of peace or man of war,
Regardless of whether one is peaceful or aggressive


The peacock spreads his fan.
Referring to the magnificently adorned and proud peacock




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: LEONARD COHEN

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@isaak.studio

One of my personal favorites, unsurprisingly.

@mirathefirst149

the world needs more Leonard Cohen!

@faridabechar3213

💖💕❤💜🧡

@Sandra-hc4vo

in a way it's too bad, because he was one of a kind!

@michevicus2987

In Italy when a very genial artist die, it's usual to say "Morto un papa, non se ne fa un altro".

@martinkent333

TO ENCOURAGE SUICIDES?

@martinkent333

SPREADING SAD SONGS AND DEPRESSION? LENNY HAD ZERO HAPPY SONGS, KIDS. @@Sandra-hc4vo

@amadeomolina5411

Leonard Cohen...,⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ El genio de la poesía y la música 🌹

@pierre-bernardelsig9998

My dad spoke to me with this terrifying cold voice when I came back in Switzerland in December 1983. I'am sure his hand was trembling.

@aim120C

what do you mean? was he tasked by God to kill you like abram?

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