On the shore of the lake, an old man sat
And watched a woman bathing
With its golden touch, the light was such
That the moment was worth saving
And he sang the song of the lake
The song of the lake
And all the king's horses and all—
Ah, never mind, never mind
And he knew that he would dissolve
If he followed her into the lake
But also knew that if he remained
Upon the shore, he would, in time, evaporate
He sang the song of the lake
The song of the lake
And all the king's horses—
Ah, never mind, never mind
And he knew that even though he had found
Heaven
Such as described in the ancient scrolls
Still, he felt the drag of Hell
Upon his old and mortal soul
And he sang the song of the lake
And all the king's horses—
Oh Lord, never mind, never mind
For every evil under the sun
If there be one, seek it till you find
For there's either a remedy or there is none
And if there is none, never mind, never mind
Never mind, never mind
Ah, never mind
Never mind
Oh never mind, never mind, never mind
Cause all the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put us back together again
Oh my darling, well, where will we go now?
Oh my darling, where do we go?
Ah, never mind, never mind
And what do we do now?
Oh, never mind, never mind
Oh, my sweet darling, never mind