1,2,1,2,3,4   In Arcadie, 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