MYSTIC TEACHER
     

[Celtic rhythms].

There's a golden moon a'rising
Over hills blackened and dead
There's a newborn baby crying
Crying out now to be fed
See the people praying to their plastic gods and paper kings
See the river choked and dying with a thousand useless things

There be bones behind your features
There be faith beneath your skin
People dying for your teachings
Mystic teacher comfort me

Heaven trampled 'neath the feet
Of careless and short-sighted men
Hell built over paradise
And then when all is gone what then?
Stealing wisdom from the ground, great machines beyond control
Building piles of shining things, mighty mountains without souls

There be blood a'pumping, pumping
There be life within your eyes
People dying for your teachings
Mystic teacher comfort me

Wars of nonsense shake the earth
Ripple 'cross the seven seas
Starving creatures roam the highways
Lost people crash through the trees
Is there no way out of this maze built by men from others' bones?
Is there no way home he asks her, baby is there no way home?

There be great strength behind weakness
There be faith beneath his skin
World is spinning back to her now
Mystic teacher comfort me
There be truth within illusion
There be softness within stone
Mystic teacher she will show you
She will show you the way home



© David Lowe 1993