Leonard Cohen - Master song

I bel^Bbieve that you heard your m^Amaster sing when ^BbI was sick in b^Amed. I supp^Bbose that he told you ev^Amerything that I ^Bbkeep locked away in my ^Amhead. Your ^Bbmaster took you ^Dmtravelling, well at ^Fleast that's what you s^Gaid. And ^Cnow do ^Emyou come b^Cack to ^Embring your ^Fprisoner wine and b^Eread? ^Am

You ^Bbmet him at some ^Amtemple, where they ^Bbtake your clothes at the ^Amdoor. He was j^Bbust a numberless m^Aman in a chair who'd ju^Bbst come back from the ^Amwar. And you ^Bbwrap up his tired f^Dmace in your hair and he ^Fhands you the apple ^Gcore. Then he ^Ctouches your^Em lips, now^C so suddenly^Em bare of all the ^Fkisses we put on some time bef^Eore. ^Am

And he g^Bbave you a German sh^Amepherd to walk with a ^Bbcollar of leather and ^Amnails, and he ^Bbnever once made you exp^Amlain or talk About ^Bball of the little det^Amails, such as ^Bbwho had a word and ^Dmwho had a rock, and who ^Fhad you through the^G mails. Now your l^Cove is a ^Emsecret all ov^Cer the b^Emlock, and it n^Fever stops not even when your master ^Efails. ^Am

And he ^Bbtook you up in his a^Ameroplane, which he f^Bblew without any h^Amands, and you ^Bbcruised above the ri^Ambbons of rain that d^Bbrove the crowd from the ^Amstands. Then he ^Bbkilled the lights in a ^Dmlonely lane where an^F ape with angel ^Gglands, er^Cased the ^Emfinal wis^Cps of pa^Emin with the ^Fmusic of rubber ^Ebands.^Am

And ^Bbnow I hear your master ^Amsing, you ^Bbkneel for him to ^Amcome. His ^Bbbody is a golden ^Amstring that your ^Bbbody is hanging f^Amrom. His ^Bbbody is a g^Dmolden string, my ^Fbody has grown n^Gumb. Oh ^Cnow you ^Emhear your m^Caster s^Eming, your ^Fshirt is all und^Eone. ^Am

And ^Bbwill you kneel bes^Amide this bed that we ^Bbpolished so long a^Amgo, bef^Bbore your master ch^Amose instead to m^Bbake my bed of ^Amsnow? Your ^Bbeyes are wild and your ^Dmknuckles are red and you're ^Fspeaking far too^G low. No I ca^Cn't make ^Emout what your m^Caster s^Emaid bef^Fore he made you^E go. ^Am

Then I ^Bbthink you're playing f^Amar too rough for a l^Bbady who's been to the ^Ammoon I've ^Bblain by this window long en^Amough to get ^Bbused to an empty ^Amroom. And your l^Bbove is some dust in an ^Dmold man's cuff who is ^Ftapping his foot to a^G tune, and your t^Chighs are a ^Emruin, you w^Cant too m^Emuch, let's s^Fay you came back some time too s^Eoon. ^Am

I ^Bbloved your master ^Amperfectly I t^Bbaught him all that he ^Amknew. He was ^Bbstarving in some deep ^Ammystery like a ^Bbman who is sure what is t^Amrue. And I ^Bbsent you to him with my g^Dmuarantee I could ^Fteach him something n^Gew, and I t^Caught him h^Emow you would lo^Cng for ^Emme no m^Fatter what he said no matter what you'd^E do. ^Am

^BbI believe that you heard your ^Ammaster sing ^Bbwhen I was sick in ^Ambed. ^BbI suppose that he told you ^Ameverything ^Bbthat I keep locked away in my ^Amhead. ^BbYour master took you ^Dmtravelling, well at ^Fleast that's what you s^Gaid. And n^Cow do yo^Emu come ba^Cck to b^Emring your ^Fprisoner wine and br^Eead? ^Am