Master Song Leonard Cohen
(Intro)
[Bb/A]
[Ab]I believe that you heard your [Gm]master sing
[Ab]when I was sick in [Gm]bed.
[Ab]I suppose that he told you [Gm]everything
[Ab]that I keep locked away in my [Gm]head.
[Ab]Your master took you [Cm]travelling,
well at [Eb]least that's what you [F]said.
And [Bb]now do [Bb/A]you come [Bb]back to [Bb/A]bring
your [Eb]prisoner wine and [D]bread?
You [Ab]met him at some [Gm]temple, where
they [Ab]take your clothes at the [Gm]door.
He was j[Ab]ust a numberless man in a [Gm]chair
who'd just come [Ab]back from the [Gm]war.
And you [Ab]wrap up his tired [Cm]face in your hair
and he [Eb]hands you the apple c[F]ore.
Then he [Bb]touches your [Bb/A]lips now so [Bb]suddenly [Bb/A]bare
of all the [Eb]kisses we put on some [D]time before.
And he g[Ab]ave you a German shepherd to [Gm]walk
with a [Ab]collar of leather and [Gm]nails,
and he [Ab]never once made you explain or [Gm]talk
About [Ab]all of the little det[Gm]ails,
such as [Ab]who had a word and [Cm]who had a rock,
and who [Eb]had you through the [F]mails.
Now your l[Bb]ove is a s[Bb/A]ecret all [Bb]over the [Bb/A]block,
and it n[Eb]ever stops not even when your master f[D]ails.
And he [Ab]took you up in his a[Gm]eroplane,
which he f[Ab]lew without any h[Gm]ands,
and you [Ab]cruised Above the ribbons of [Gm]rain
that d[Ab]rove the crowd from the [Gm]stands.
Then he [Ab]killed the lights in a [Cm]lonely lane
and, an [E]ape with angel g[F]lands,
er[Bb]ased the f[Bb/A]inal [Bb]wisps of [Bb/A]pain
with the [Eb]music of rubber b[D]ands.
And [Ab]now I hear your master [Gm]sing,
you [Ab]kneel for him to [Gm]come.
His [Ab]body is a golden [Gm]string
that your [Ab]body is hanging f[Gm]rom.
His [Ab]body is a golden [Cm]string,
my [Eb]body has grown [F]numb.
Oh [Bb]now you h[Bb/A]ear your [Bb]master s[Bb/A]ing,
your [Eb]shirt is all un[D]done.
And [Ab]will you kneel beside this [Gm]bed
that we [Ab]polished so long a[Gm]go,
bef[Ab]ore your master chose ins[Gm]tead
to m[Ab]ake my bed of [Gm]snow?
Your [Ab]eyes are wild and your [Cm]knuckles are red
and you're [Eb]speaking far too [F]low.
No [Bb]I can't [Bb/A]make out what your [Bb]master s[Bb/A]aid
bef[Eb]ore he made you [D]go.
Then I [Ab]think you're playing far too [Gm]rough
for a l[Ab]ady who's been to the [Gm]moon
I've [Ab]lain by this window long en[Gm]ough
to get [Ab]used to an empty [Gm]room.
And your l[Ab]ove is some dust in an [Cm]old man's cough
who is [Eb]tapping his foot to a [F]tune,
and your t[Bb]highs [Bb/A]are a ruin, y[Bb]ou want too m[Bb/A]uch,
let's s[Eb]ay you came back some time too [D]soon.
I [Ab]loved your master [Gm]perfectly
I t[Ab]aught him all that he [Gm]knew.
He was [Ab]starving in some [Gm]deep mystery
like a [Ab]man who is sure what is t[Gm]rue.
And I [Ab]sent you to him with my g[Cm]uarantee
I could [Eb]teach him something ne[F]w,
and I t[Bb]aught him [Bb/A]how you would [Bb]long for m[Bb/A]e
no m[Eb]atter what he said no matter what you'd [D]do.
(Same as 1st verse)
[Ab]I believe that you heard your [Gm]master sing
[Ab]when I was sick in [Gm]bed.
[Ab]I suppose that he told you [Gm]everything
[Ab]that I keep locked away in my [Gm]head.
[Ab]Your master took you [Cm]travelling,
well at [Eb]least that's what you [F]said.
And [Bb]now do [Bb/A]you come [Bb]back to [Bb/A]bring
your [Eb]prisoner wine and [D]bread?
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