Can you hear the forest sing? On a breath of damiana it calls his name. Seduced by his spirit once again, Cloven hooves beat upon the earth. He comes to us from Arcadia through the trees, The rush of his force felt upon the breeze. He comes on hooves of goat, He comes with songs that float on the wind. And let your senses know of him, Feel the earth, it trembles underneath shaggy thighs. The sky is afire from his flashing eyes. If a nymph I'd follow him, Be a match for his wild carousing and bestial ways. And in the woods I too would play. He comes on hooves of goat, He comes with songs that float on the wind. He comes on hooves of goat, He comes with songs that float on the wind. Oh Great Horned God of ages past, lord of the hunt, lord of the dance, From that place where you lie slain, come to me, return again. Across the mountains, the fields, the sand, be once more upon this land. Oh Great Horned God of times gone by, lord of the earth, the sea, and the sky, Of the forest, and of the glade, be with us now, and for all our days. Herne, Cernunnos, our name of Pan, be once more upon this land. He comes on hooves of goat, He comes with songs that float on the wind.