Hello, Goodbye

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’ll 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’ll read the book

And then together we'll all sing

What shall we sing? what shall we sing?

You will not follow m