Oh master my master
Please tell me how
I can manage my field
With soul of my plow
Teach me to make
My splendid words grow
With plastic-like words
That echo and glow

Oh master my master
Give unto me
The knowledge your holding
That deep endless sea
Teach me to stand
and make my mind coal
to power the furnace
I will make of my soul

Oh master my master
Please tell me to stand
Lonely I am
I don’t think that I can
Teach me to weep
Those tears made of gold
Teach me to sing
All the songs that you hold

Oh student my student
I can’t teach a thing
Your voice is not mine
I can’t make you sing
You cannot harvest
Another mans field
You can only grow that
Which your soul will yield