The Red Salon - Song of Pan

Friday, 24 May 2013

Song of Pan

Listen now, Great Pan he calls us
from the green wood in his grove.
'Neath the waxing moon above us,
hear his clear flute sweet and low,
hear his clear flute sweet and low.

Follow in the dance he's leading.
Circle 'round the fire's glow.
Come, let's drink the wine he pours us
from the tangled vines that grow,
from the tangled vines that grow,
from the tangled vines that grow.

Listen now, Great Pan he calls us
from the green wood in his grove.
'Neath the waning moon above us,
hear his clear flute sweet and low,
hear his clear flute sweet and low.

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