The wintergreen, the juniper  The cornflower and the chicory  All the words you said to me  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  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 Willmot penned his poetry  riddled with the pox  Nabakov wrote on index cards,  at a lectem, in his socks  St. John of the Cross did his best stuff  imprisoned in a box  And JohnnyThunders 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 to me    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 Gaugin, he buggered off, man,  and went all tropical  While Philip Larkin stuck it out  in a library in Hull  And Dylan Thomas died drunk in  St. Vincent's hospital    I will kneel at your feet  I will lie 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 ask for nothing  Give me ever-lasting 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 and hoe it  I look at you and you look at me and  deep in our hearts 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 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 again