You will not follow me  

Hello, goodbye 



Take the first turn and head straight south  

A corridor of trees will lead you past a public park  

Row houses of brick, empty onto a vacant lot  

Turn left, turn right, and look for the neon sign  

There you are, there you are  

Wait a minute, I see, I see  



Hello, goodbye  



You three bring in the boxes while we move these chairs  

A place to be, a place to read, a work of fiction or history  

To the east we'll hang the door, solid oak  

To the west bay windows letting in the light  

A place to be, a place to read, a place to spend the night  

you stand over there and I抣l stay here  

Now I see, now I see  



Hello, goodbye  

You will not follow me  

A prophet without disciples  

A teacher without students  

A shepherd without sheep  

Wait a minute, I see, I see  

You three, follow me, yes you three, follow me  

Follow me  

You will not follow me  



The blood of the oxen must not be spilt upon the altar  

And the smoke must be of white ash, cypress and fragrant cedar  

While the leaves of the yew tree will smother the brazen flames  

You hand me up the cup and I抣l read the book  

And then together we'll all sing  

What shall we sing? what shall we sing?  

You will not follow me