Teachers - Leonard Cohen

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 no-one was sick and no-one was well

When at night the nurses left

I could not walk at all

Morning came and then came noon

Dinnertime‚ 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, I ate‚ I ate, I ate, I ate

I spent my hatred everyplace

On every word‚ 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?

Are your lessons done?

Are your lessons done?

Are your lessons done?

Are your lessons done?

Are your lessons done?»