| I stood upon the balcony with my brand new bride
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| the clink of bells came drifting down the mountainside
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| When in our sight something moved
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| — lightning eyed and cloven hooved —
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| The great god Pan is alive!
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| He moves amid the modern world in disguise
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| it’s possible to look into his immortal eyes
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| He’s like a man you’d meet anyplace
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| Until you recognise that ancient face
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| The great god Pan is alive!
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| At sea on a ship in a thunder storm
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| on the very night that Christ was born
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| A sailor heard from overhead
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| a mighty voice cry «Pan is dead!»
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| So follow Christ as best you can
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| Pan is dead! |
| Long Live Pan!
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| From the olden days and up through all the years
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| from Arcadia to the stone fields of Inisheer
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| Some say the Gods are just a myth
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| but guess who I’ve been dancing with
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| The great god Pan is alive! |