Dyin Day - Anaïs Mitchell

Be it work or be it rite?

Father, tell me

Brings us to the mountainside

Every day, a dying day

Be it work or be it rite

Oh, my sweet babe

We come to make a sacrifice

Every day, a dying day

Be it ox or be it ram?

Father, tell me

Please the God of Abraham

Every day, a dying day

Be it ox or be it ram

Oh, my sweet babe

It is the blood of the innocent

Every day, a dying day

And who are you to understand

The ways of him who holds the blade?

And who are you to stay the hand

Of Him who made you?

Be it ill or be it good?

Father, tell me

Makes you bind me hand and foot

Every day, a dying day

Be it ill or be it good

Oh, my sweet babe

I am doing as I should

Every day, a dying day

Every day, a dying day

Every day, a dying day