Arcadie

On the road to Arcadie,

Past the mountains, past the sea

Past the crossroads soberly

To Arcadie, to Arcadie.

Pilgrims of a dream are we

Knowing not if true it be,

But we press on silently

To Arcadie, to Arcadie,

Arcadie, oh Arcadie!

We are lost, we cannot see,

For the dust blows bitterly

On the road to Arcadie.