There She Goes, My Beautiful World

Lyrics for 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 Riddled with the pox And Nabokov wrote on index cards At a lectern, in his socks St. John of the Cross he did his best stuff Imprisoned in a box And Johnny Thunders 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'm just 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 Karl Marx squeezed his carbuncles While writing Das Kapital And Gauguin, he buggered off, man And went all tropical And Philip Larkin, he stuck it out In a library in Hull And Dylan Thomas, he died drunk in St. Vincent's hospital I will lie at your feet I will kneel at your door I will rock you to sleep I will roll on the floor And I'll ask for nothing Nothing in this life I'll will ask for nothing Give me everlasting life I just want to move the world I just want to move the world I just want to move the world I just want to 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 blow it If you've got a field, that don't yield Well get up now and hoe it I look at you and 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 I will be your slave I will peel you grapes Up on your pedestal with your ivory and apes With your book of ideas with your alchemy O 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, 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