Arcady

In Arcady, your life trips along

pure and simple as the shepherd's song

Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady

In Arcady

In Arcady oh

Never saw I such a scene

Such fare maids upon such a molten green

They employ their holiday with dance and game

And things I may never name

In Arcady

In Arcady well

You said he was your teacher

Taught you true and wise

But now you know more than your teacher

I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes

In Arcady

but you see how twisted it becomes

just See how quickly twisted it becomes

When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead

no That ain't love, no that ain't love

Said he was your teacher

and he Taught you true and wise

but Now you know more than your teacher

I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes

In Arcady

In Arcady

In Arcady

In Arcady

In Arcady, your life trips along

Pure and simple as the shepherd's song

the Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady

In Arcady

In Arcady

In Arcady

In Arcady