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