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| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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? |
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