Take up on the wood,

put it on your son.

Lake or lamb.

There is none to harm.

When the angel came,

you had raised your arm.

Abraham, put off on your son.

Take instead the ram

until Jesus comes

And believe I Am.

Can you count stars, Abraham

Or the grains of sand?

I see why the tide keeps rolling

I see why the tide keeps rolling in

And building up the Sand Tree.

You’ve loved your wife, Abraham

But there is no son.

Yet from your life, Abraham,

The Seed shall come.

I see why the tide keeps rolling

I see why the tide keeps rolling in

And building up the Sand Tree.

Give Me your son, Abraham,

And believe I can.

Supply the Lamb, Abraham,

For the sin of man.

I see why the tide keeps rolling

I see why the tide keeps rolling in

And building up the Sand Tree.

That I walked out with Abraham below a fortess on a hill

We looked across the Saint Charles River to the heights that bear his Name

And talked of things that had transpired since the last time that he came

Says I on these fields grazed your cattle raised on these your kith and kin

And on this field was fiery battle Montcalm to lose and Wolfe to win

Says he but they both died of wounds infliced by the cannonade

These wounds it seems were never healed, they fester to this day

Abraham

When will this fighting end

When will we learn to recognize

Who is foe and who is friend

Abraham

This field that bears your name

For one a field of victory

For one a field of shame

What of your children Abraham dispersed from this your plain

The continent they conquered though they did it in another’s name

The land they won but for their strife the profits went astray

The money never crossed their palms or let them have their say

Abraham

Are we sometimes bound by pride

Too mindful of our hopes and dreams to let the anger slide

Abraham

Abraham

When will this fighting end

When will we learn to recognize

Who is foe and who is friend

Abraham

This field that bears your name

For one a field of victory

For one a field of shame

What of the future Abraham will we achieve some peace

From these solitudes we wander in will there be a release

Will my children learn to find a way to bridge the distance I have not

To learn the scars of history are sometimes best forgotten

And I had a dream the other night when all the world was still

That I walked out with Abraham that Abraham was living still

And in the dream we parted, as families oftimes will

Our questions left unanswered though not through lack of will

Abraham

The questions linger on

There is no hope in all this strife

There is no right or wrong

Abraham

This field that bears your name

For one a field of victory

For one a field of shame

Abraham

Leute kauft beim Trvdler Abraham

Seht euch mal um beim alten Abraham.

Zog einst bis an der Erde Ende

Ob ich sonderbares fdnde

Gabenlichter

Gvtter oder Tand.

Fand in Stein gehau’ne Fragen

Zauberkunst aus altan Tagen

Fand die Weisheit an Poseidons Strand.

Narrenspiel und Hehre Dramen

All dies trug ich fein zusammen

F|r die Jahrmarktsbude dieser Welt.

Wahrheit

Schein

Ger|chte

L|gen

Und kein Jota wird verschwiegen

Wenn Abraham den Kirmes hdlt.

Schvnes aus den alten Zeiten

Edle Werte

Die uns leiten

Und ein gutes Werk

Das Heil erbringt.

Was noch f|r den Schwdrmer bliebe

Ein paar Tvne zarter Liebe

Wie’s der Gondoliere wohl besingt.

Ja

Kommt und w|hlt in Kitsch und K|nsten

Abraham ist stets zu Diensten

Nehmt den Kram und werdet froh damit!

He

Leute kauft beim Trvdler Abraham

Seht euch mal um beim alten Abraham…