by The Waterboys
Album:Dream Harder
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 disquise.
Its 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 that cried, "Pan is dead."
So follow Christ as best you can,
Pan is dead. Long live Pan.
From the olden days,
and up to all the years.
From Arcadia to the stonefields of Inninshere.
Some say the gods are just a myth,
but guess who I've been dancing with?
The great god Pan is alive.
