Story of Isaac Suzanne Vega

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, you know I'm strong and holy
I must do as I've been told."

So we started up the mountain
I was running, he was walking
And his axe was made of gold

The trees they got much smaller
The lake a lady's mirror
We stopped and drank some wine

Then he threw the bottle over
It broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine

I'd thought I'd 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