The Return of Pan

I stood upon the balcony with my brand new bride

The clink of bells came drifting down the mountainside

When in our sight something moved

Lightning eyed and cloven-hooved

The great god Pan is alive

He moves amid the modern world in disguise

It's possible to look into his immortal eyes

He's like a man you'd meet anyplace

Until you recognize that ancient face

The great god Pan is alive

At sea on a ship in a thunderstorm

On the very night that Christ was born

A sailor heard from overhead

A mighty voice cry, "Pan is dead!"

So follow Christ as best you can

Pan is dead, long live Pan!

From the olden days and up through all the years

From Arcadia to the stone fields of Inisheer

Some say the Gods are just a myth

But guess who I've been dancing with

The great god Pan is alive