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