Ripped from my outstretched arms,
O her weakness for worldly charms.
Serpentina Root and ribs entwine
As I dream of her moonlit eyes.
So don't cremate me when I'm gone...
I won't be gone for long.
I'm a sinner in the hands of an angry God.
Stick me in the ground and let me rot.
Where the grass won't grow
And the leaves don't lie
And their worm dyeth not,
And call me Ichabod!
O hearken the boneyard bells.
The tintinnabulation of Hell.
I'll come creepin' out a dead chimney
With the turn of a skeleton key.
So take the long way around Mt. Zion.
Opt out of the ransom'd choir
No glory or divine amazing grace
Just to waft through her window lace.
The name "Ichabod" comes from the Hebrew for "No Glory" or "Glory has departed", which was shouted out in my church by a disgruntled member. He wiped his feet and left the sanctuary, angry about a doctrinal dispute he had had with the church leadership. That event stayed with me over the years and has now been reenvisioned as "Ichabod!"... the anti-hymn of a non-believer.
O her weakness for worldly charms.
Serpentina Root and ribs entwine
As I dream of her moonlit eyes.
So don't cremate me when I'm gone...
I won't be gone for long.
I'm a sinner in the hands of an angry God.
Stick me in the ground and let me rot.
Where the grass won't grow
And the leaves don't lie
And their worm dyeth not,
And call me Ichabod!
O hearken the boneyard bells.
The tintinnabulation of Hell.
I'll come creepin' out a dead chimney
With the turn of a skeleton key.
So take the long way around Mt. Zion.
Opt out of the ransom'd choir
No glory or divine amazing grace
Just to waft through her window lace.
The name "Ichabod" comes from the Hebrew for "No Glory" or "Glory has departed", which was shouted out in my church by a disgruntled member. He wiped his feet and left the sanctuary, angry about a doctrinal dispute he had had with the church leadership. That event stayed with me over the years and has now been reenvisioned as "Ichabod!"... the anti-hymn of a non-believer.