Arcady

In Arcady, your life trips along It's pure and simple as the shepherd's song Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady In Arcady In Arcady Never saw I such a scene Such fair maids upon such a molten green They employ their holiday with dance and game And things I may never name In Arcady In Arcady You said he was your teacher 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 So you see how twisted it becomes See how quickly twisted it becomes When the cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead That ain't love, no that ain't love Said he was your teacher And he taught you true and wise 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 Feel seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady In Arcady In Arcady In Arcady In Arcady