Dyin Day

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
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 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?
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 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