Dwelling among the trees I sat by a murmuring stream Listening to tales of wilderness Into the arms of Morpheus I fell To a land in a world between My ethereal body was driven Through a forest of pure mystic Naught care I for earthly needs
From a shrub a shape appeared Half a man and half a goat Hooves it had instead of feet And horns adorned his head On a set of rustic reeds This hybrid played delightful tunes Pagan Melodies that surround me And I knew I listened to Pan
Nymphs and satyrs gathered around All were drawn by the tunes No other sound could be heard For even Mother Nature listened By the end of these melodies All too soon I woke Returning do live by my kind But still I recall those Pagan Melodies