Pan - Spiral Dance

and with the sunlight crosses over

a soft voice from memory speaks of another land

figures moving just out of sight

in the shadows you can’t quite catch it

moving through the dappled light stands the horned man

He’s watching you, he’ll follow you

he’s taking time from the green wood

You’ll hear his tune, it’s on the wind

it’s the pipes of Pan

And from the borrow mounds

from dark secret places

where salmon wisdom dreams in rivers cold and deep

beyond the hidden world

spirits stir at his passing

Pan walks on cloven hooves to where the old Gods sleep

Recall the tune you have the key

he’ll lead the dance to the green man

with secret words he’ll take you there

on the pipes of Pan

From the hidden world music seeps

and with the sunlight crosses over

a soft voice from memory speaks of another land

beyond the hidden world

spirits stir at his passing

Pan walks on cloven hooves to where the old Gods sleep