Oh,
playful one, with pipe you prance,
The goat-foot Pan, lord of the dance.
With feral joy in ancient wood
You embue life with mirth and good.
Of seed
and beast and plant and tune
We seek your form under this moon.
The woodland king, the lord of trees,
Friend to the moon and stars and breeze.
Hear
us, horned one, your children cry,
And bring your song of life nearby.
Give us your fertile and creative force
And help to return us to wildness, our source.
Wild
wond'rous Pan, the forest's sire
Enter this circle as we desire.
Enclose us all, be with us today
Magically join in our sacred play.
--
Graybeard Dances