From the hidden world music seeps 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 sleepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
