Teachers

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 nurse 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, your 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 hate

I spent my hatred every place,

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

Dit 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 teacher of my heart ?

We teach old hearts to rest

Oh teacher are my lessons done ?

I cannot do another one.

The laughed and laughed and said

Well child, are your lessons done ?

Are your lessons done ?

Are your lessons done ?

Are your lessons done ?