Autumn in Arcadia Songtext
von Sivert Høyem

Autumn in Arcadia
There is a warm wind blowing down on your old street
If anyone is right
It′s no one that you meet
You were a fool to let a good thing go
Autumn in Arcadia, wow

You are working overtime
In a job you don't have anymore
What′s this commotion for?
It doesn't move you at all


They're boarding up the candy store
They give you the look when you are on the street
From your hollow face right down to your feet
No, you′re not welcome here no more
Autumn in Arcadia, wow

You are working overtime
In a job you don′t have anymore
What's this commotion for?
It doesn′t move you at all

Go home to your wife
And go home to the life that you had
It wasn't all that bad
Oh, no, no, no, no

You are working overtime
In a job you don′t have anymore
What's this commotion for?
It doesn′t move you at all

Oh, no, no, no, no

Autumn in Arcadia