arcadia

This is a pleasant place
shady lawn, it's like a green embrace
flowers cover the ground
sheep and goats are fooling around,

moaning ‘bout of whom their heart is full –
that’s what life’s about when you’re made of wool

This is a quiet place
for lazy people a perfect space
I lay down in a grove
I fall asleep and I dream of goats

and I wake up with melodies in my head
wondering what they are doing there.

I am lost in
Arcadia
in the land of curly animals.

This is a pretty place
but I've been wandering 'round here for days
the moon’s a crown on my head
I wrap myself up in a flowerbed

it doesn’t suit me very well
but I’m the only one here so what the hell.

I am lost in
Arcadia
in the land of curly animals.