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 the mountain with a napkin of snow


And ate the berries and roots that grow along the timberline


Deeper and deeper, the dreamer of love sleeps on a quilt of stars




It's cold


Sometimes you can't catch your breath

It's cold





Time and abundance thickened his step

So the teacher divided in two


One half ate the forests and the 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


Carry me home my teacher, carry me home