There She Goes, My Beautiful World

The wintergreen, the juniper

The cornflower and the chicory

Well all of the words you said to me

Are still vibrating in the air

The elm, the ash and the linden tree

The dark and deep, enchanted sea

The trembling moon and the stars unfurled

Well there she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

John Wilmot penned his poetry riddle with a pox

And Nabokov wrote on index cards, at a lectern in his socks

St. John of the Cross did his best stuff imprisoned in a box

And Jonny Thunder was half alive when he wrote Chinese Rocks

Well me, I'm lying here

With nothing in my ears

Me, I'm lying here

With nothing in my ears

Me, I'm lying here

For what seems years

I've been lying on my bed

With nothing in my head

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

Well Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles while writing Das Kapital

And Gaugin, he buggered off, man and he went all tropical

And Philip Larkin, he stuck it out in the library in Hull

And Dylan Thomas, he died drunk in St.Vincent's hospital

Lie at you feet

I'll kneel at your door

I'll rock ya to sleep

I will roll on the floor

And I will ask for nothing

Nothing in this life

And I will ask for nothing

Give me ever lasting life

I just wanna move the world

I just wanna move the world

I just wanna move the world

I just wanna move

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again

So if you got a trumpet, get on your feet brother and a blow it

And if you got a field, that don't yield

Well get up now and a hoe it

I look at you, you look at me

And deep in our hearts, babe we know it

That you weren't much of a muse

But then I weren't much of a poet

Be your slave

I will peel your grapes

Up on your pedestal

With your ivory and apes

Your book of ideals

Your alchemy

Oh come on

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send that stuff on down to me

Send it all around

Send it all around the world

Cause here she comes

My beautiful girl

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, there she goes

There she goes again

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes, my beautiful world

There she goes again