Come see the roots of your bones
Come see the oldest of homes
Come see the old old in Eden

Come see the kingsnake at play
You’ll get an apple a day
You will never ever become old in Eden

There is no absolute truth
Or no forbidden fruit
There is no right and no wrong

Just let your mind fly away
Just let it float and sway
Forget about the old myths of that Eden

Oh no there’s no way
To get old in Eden

Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful people
Are standing in line for a line in the mystery world
Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful people
Ran out of the garden to follow the old man time

No-one not anyone
Got old in Eden

Beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful people
The moon is so lonely get down bark at the moon
Oh beautiful beautiful beautiful beautiful people
Whipping their horses in hurricanepace to the Reaper