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 disguise, It’s 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.

– The Waterboys “The Return of Pan”

 

Pan 1

 

Pan 2

 

 

 

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