I met a woman long ago |
Her hair the black that black can go |
Are you a teacher of the heart? |
Soft she answered no |
I met a girl across the sea |
Her hair the gold that gold can be |
Are you a teacher of the heart? |
Yes, but not for thee |
I met a man who lost his mind |
In some lost place I had to find |
Follow me the wise man said |
But he walked behind |
I walked into a hospital |
Where none was sick and none was well |
When at night the nurses left |
I could not walk at all |
Morning came and then came noon |
Dinner time a scalpel blade |
Lay beside my silver spoon |
Some girls wander by mistake |
Into the mess that scalpels make |
Are you the teachers of my heart? |
We teach old hearts to break |
One morning I woke up alone |
The hospital and the nurses gone |
Have I carved enough my Lord? |
Child, you are a bone |
I ate and ate and ate |
No I did not miss a plate, well |
How much do these suppers cost? |
We'll take it out in hate |
I spent my hatred everyplace |
On every work on every face |
Someone gave me wishes |
And I wished for an embrace |
Several girls embraced me |
Then I was embraced by men |
Is my passion perfect? |
No, do it once again |
I was handsome, I was strong |
I knew the words of every song |
Did my singing please you? |
No, the words you sang were wrong |
Who is it whom I address |
Who takes down what I confess? |
Are you the teachers of my heart? |
We teach old hearts to rest |
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Oh teachers are my lessons done? |
I cannot do another one |
They laughed and laughed and said, Well child |
Are your lessons done? |
Are your lessons done? |
Are your lessons done? |