In Arcady, life trips along
It's pure and simple as the shepherd's song
Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady
In Arcady
Never saw I such a scene
Such maids upon such a molten green
They employ their holiday with dance and game
And things I may never name
In Arcady
You said he was your teacher
Taught you so true and so wise
But now you know more than your teacher
I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes
In Arcady
So you see how twisted it becomes
See how quickly twisted it becomes
When the ? binds my ankles to your bedstead
That ain't love, no that ain't love
Said he was your teacher
Taught you true and wise
Now you know more than your teacher
I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes
In Arcady, life trips along
Pure and simple as the shepherd's song
Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady
