Her hair, the black that black can go
Are you a teacher of the heart?
I met a girl across the sea
Her hair, the gold that gold could be
Are you a teacher of the heart?
I met a man who lost his mind
In some lost place I had to find
Follow me, the wise man said
Where none was sick and none was well
When at night the nurses left
Morning came and then came noon
Dinner time 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?
No, I did not miss a plate, well
How much do these suppers cost?
We'll take it out in hate
I spent my hatred every place
On every work, on every face
And I wished for an embrace
Several girls embraced me, then
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 takes down what I confess?
Are you the teachers of my heart?
We teach old hearts to rest
Oh, teachers are my lessons done?
They laughed and laughed and said