Teachers

Originally by Leonard Cohen

Words & Lyrics: Leonard Cohen

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Teachers

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 were sick and none was well,
When at night the Sisters left
I could not walk at all.

Some girls wander by mistake
Into the mess that scalpals make.
Are you the teachers of my heart
We teach old hearts to break.

A met a woman long ago
Her hair the black the black can go
Are you the teacher of the heart?
Soft she whispered, no

I met a girl across the sea,
Her hair the gold that gold could be.
Are you the teacher of the heart?
Yes, but not for thee.

I spent my hatred every place,
On every work, on every face
Is my passion perfect,
No! Do it once again.

Oh teachers are my lessons done?
I cannot do another one,
They laughed and laughed and laughed and said,
Child are your lessons done?

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