16 Horsepower
Golden Rope
fire is the color of my true love`s hair
near to the father sits his golden chair
by prayer and petition to the king on his left
light is the burden that i bear
o so enchanting are these
lovely chains that bind you
`neath their deadly weight
the lord`s eye did find you
with fear and tremblin`
before the one with your wounds
your eyes as empty as my savior tomb
warm is the breath of his holy spirit
he who has ears to hear let `m hear it
torn were the hands of the worthy lamb
may you know his name and fear it
there you are hangin` by the golden rope
there you lie no hope
Golden Rope
fire is the color of my true love`s hair
near to the father sits his golden chair
by prayer and petition to the king on his left
light is the burden that i bear
o so enchanting are these
lovely chains that bind you
`neath their deadly weight
the lord`s eye did find you
with fear and tremblin`
before the one with your wounds
your eyes as empty as my savior tomb
warm is the breath of his holy spirit
he who has ears to hear let `m hear it
torn were the hands of the worthy lamb
may you know his name and fear it
there you are hangin` by the golden rope
there you lie no hope