1,2,1,2,3,4

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 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

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

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

Seraphic pipes along the way in arcady

In arcady, in arcady, in arcady, in arcady.