Hymn to Pan Lyrics

	作曲 : Faun
	作词 : Faun
	Listen now, Great Pan he calls us
	From the green wood in his grove
	'neath the waxing moon above us
	Hear his clear flute sweet and low
	Hear his clear flute sweet and low
	Follow in the dance he's leading
	Circle 'round the fire's glow
	Come and drink the wine he pours us
	From the tangled vines that grow
	From the tangled vines that grow
	From the tangled vines that grow
	Listen now and I shall follow
	Listen now and I may follow
	Listen now and I will follow
	Out of the mid-wood's twilight
	Into the meadow's dawn
	Ivory limbed and brown eyed
	Flashes the Faun
	He skips through the copses singing
	And his shadow dances along
	And I know not which I should follow
	Shadow or Song
	O Hunter, snare me his shadow
	O Nightingale, catch me his strain
	Else moonstruck with music and madness
	I track him in vain

	zuo qu : Faun
	zuo ci : Faun
	Listen now, Great Pan he calls us
	From the green wood in his grove
	' neath the waxing moon above us
	Hear his clear flute sweet and low
	Hear his clear flute sweet and low
	Follow in the dance he' s leading
	Circle ' round the fire' s glow
	Come and drink the wine he pours us
	From the tangled vines that grow
	From the tangled vines that grow
	From the tangled vines that grow
	Listen now and I shall follow
	Listen now and I may follow
	Listen now and I will follow
	Out of the midwood' s twilight
	Into the meadow' s dawn
	Ivory limbed and brown eyed
	Flashes the Faun
	He skips through the copses singing
	And his shadow dances along
	And I know not which I should follow
	Shadow or Song
	O Hunter, snare me his shadow
	O Nightingale, catch me his strain
	Else moonstruck with music and madness
	I track him in vain

	zuò qǔ : Faun
	zuò cí : Faun
	Listen now, Great Pan he calls us
	From the green wood in his grove
	' neath the waxing moon above us
	Hear his clear flute sweet and low
	Hear his clear flute sweet and low
	Follow in the dance he' s leading
	Circle ' round the fire' s glow
	Come and drink the wine he pours us
	From the tangled vines that grow
	From the tangled vines that grow
	From the tangled vines that grow
	Listen now and I shall follow
	Listen now and I may follow
	Listen now and I will follow
	Out of the midwood' s twilight
	Into the meadow' s dawn
	Ivory limbed and brown eyed
	Flashes the Faun
	He skips through the copses singing
	And his shadow dances along
	And I know not which I should follow
	Shadow or Song
	O Hunter, snare me his shadow
	O Nightingale, catch me his strain
	Else moonstruck with music and madness
	I track him in vain

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