Field Commander Cohen - Leonard Cohen

Field Commander Cohen

He was our most important spy

Wounded in the line of duty

Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties

Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles

Leave it all and like a man

Come back to nothing special

Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines

Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides

And racial roller coaster rides

And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetry

I know you need your sleep now

I know your life's been hard

But many men are falling

Where you promised to stand guard

I never asked but I heard

You cast your lot along with the poor

But then I overheard your prayer

That you be this and nothing more

Than just some grateful faithful woman's

Favorite singing millionaire

The patron Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair

Working for the Yankee dollar

I know you need your sleep now

I know your life's been hard

But many men are falling

Where you promised to stand guard

Ah, lover come and lie with me

If my lover is who you are

And be your sweetest self awhile

Until I ask for more, my child

Then let the other selves be one, yeah

Let them manifest and come

'Til every taste is on the tongue

'Til love is pierced and love is hung

And every kind of freedom done

Then, oh, my love, oh, my love

Oh, my love, oh, my love

Oh, my love, oh, my love