There once was a teacher of great renown

Whose words were like the tablets of stone

Because it’s easier to learn than unlearn

Because we’ve passed the point of no return

Gather your goods and follow me

Or you will surely die



I was only a child of the city

My parents were children of immigrant stock

So we followed as followers go

Over a mountain with a napkin of snow

And ate the berries and roots

That grown along the timberline

Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love

Sleep on a quilt of stars



It’s cold

Sometimes you can’t catch your breath

It’s so cold



Time and abundance thickened his step

So the teacher divided in two

One half ate the forest and fields

The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds

And we, we were amazed at the power of his appetite



Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love

Sleeps on a quilt of stars



Sometimes we don’t know who we are

Sometimes force overpowers us and we cry

My teacher carry me home

Carry me home my teacher

Carry me home

Carry me home my teacher

Carry me home