The Teacher

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