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 me