Leonard Cohen has released a single “Show Me The Place” which is the third track on his new album “Old Ideas” that will be available in January 2012.

In this tender evocative song, Leonard Cohen prays in music.

You can hear “Show Me The Place” here:

http://www.leonardcohen.com/ca/oldideas

In 2009 Heather and I attended a Leonard Cohen concert. I wrote about the experience here:

http://www.anglicanjournal.com/nc/news-update-items/other-news-items/pm/6/article/leonard-cohen-points-a-way-forward-for-the-church-8568.html

Leonard Cohen’s music, like all great art, is worship. The lyrics are not always easy to grasp; his meaning can be elusive. He does not demand agreement to any specific creed or manipulate his audience to elicit a particular response. But, Cohen evokes something deep at least  in this listener.

This music touches a tender place in my being that I know to be my better self. It helps me open to that gentleness and reverence that I believe are my true nature.

Cohen’s prayer is my prayer: “help me roll away the stone.” And he understands, as I know deep in my being, that “I can’t move this thing alone.”

There are a variety of versions of the lyrics for “Show Me The Place” circulating on the internet. They contain a few small variations. Here is the version that seems to correspond most accurately to the song as I hear it on Cohen’s website.

Leonard Cohen – Show Me The Place

Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I’ve forgotten I don’t know
Show me the place for my head is bending low
Show me the place where you want your slave to go

Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can’t move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began

The troubles came I saved what I could save
A thread of light, a particle, a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to behave
There were chains, so I loved you like a slave

Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I’ve forgotten I don’t know
Show me the place for my head is bending low
Show me the place where you want your slave to go

The troubles came I saved what I could save
A thread of light, a particle, a wave
But there were chains so I hastened to behave                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               There were chains so I loved you like a slave