Leonard Cohen (Is Dead) Songtext
von Leeroy Stagger

Now the Buddhists don′t believe in the soul
So we are to believe we are here at all
Now it's cold in this house, and your ghost walks the hall
Leonard Cohen is dead

Fly away bird and don′t ever come back
Leave all these songs in an old cotton sack
Freedom's no longer a stone on your back
And Leonard Cohen is dead


Maybe he'll come back a sparrow
Singing life′s sweet melody
Maybe he′ll come back a saint on the hill
Maybe he comes back a thief

Scatter his ashes, off the cliffs of San Juan
Scatter his bones, on our parliament's lawn
Remember his words, the poet here and gone
And Leonard Cohen is dead

Dance with the monks, O′ Bryan
Dance and don't come here at all
There′s a verse on the wind for the trouble we're in
And Leonard Cohen is dead


Now the Buddhists don′t believe we even exist
But the Dharma never heard a song quite like this
So one glance your hand from life's angry fist
Leonard Cohen is dead