On the shore of the lake
The 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—
Oh, 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
Nah, 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, oh, now?
Oh, my darling, where do we go?
Ah, never mind, never mind
And what do we do now?
Oh, never mind, never mind
Well, oh, my sweet darling, never mind