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