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 ?