(leonard cohen)I met a woman long agoHer 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 mindIn
some lost place I had to find,
Follow me the wise man said,
But he walked behind.I walked into a hospitalWhere
none was sick and none was well,
When at night the nurses leftI could not walk at all.Morning
came and then came noon,Dinner time a scalpel bladeLay
beside my silver spoon.Some girls wander by mistakeInto
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,
wellHow 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 wishesAnd I wished for an embrace.
Several girls embraced me,
thenI 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?