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 recognise that ancient face

The great god Pan is alive!



At sea on a ship in a thunder storm

on the very night that Christ was born

A sailor heard from overhead

a mighty voice cry