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