The Teacher

There once was a teacher of great renown

Whose words were like tablets of stone

To navigate the sea of sadness

To shield a fragile mind from madness

Gather your goods and follow me

As all around you perish

Well, I was only a child of the city

My parents were children of immigrant stock

So we followed as followers go

Over the mountain with a napkin of snow

An eighth of berries and roots that grow along the Timberline

Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love

Sleeps on a quilt of stars

It's cold

It's cold

Time in abundance thickened his step

So the teacher divided in two

One half ate the forest and the fields

The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds

And we like fools were amazed by the power of his appetite

Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love

Sleeps on a quilt of stars

It's cold

All that remains of the follower's fate

Are the remnants of charred photographs

The teacher is buried under rubble of stone

And the wind reads his words and it laughs

Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love

Sleeps on a quilt of stars