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 

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 cat gut binds my ankles to your bedstead

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


Said he was your teacher

Taught you so true and so wise

Now you know more than your teacher

I see nothing but cool self-regard in your eyes 


In Arcady, your life trips along

Pure and simple as the shepherd's song

Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady