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 nurses left / I could not walk at all. /// Morning came and then came noon, / dinner time a scalpel blade / lay beside my silver spoon. ...
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 nurses left / I could not walk at all. /// Morning came and then came noon, / dinner time a scalpel blade / lay beside my silver spoon. ...
