Lyrics:

Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree
And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady
To dance on the festival of the tragedy
And eat the fruit of ecstasy
In the midwood twilight
On his pipe plays the faun
In the green temple, from the
Dionysian days, watch the dawn

Goat-foot God, rise your rod, be free, know the world
Hath need of thee and Arcady
Goat-foot God, play your pipe tonight, wild and free
Your melody out of Arcady

Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree
And make all the Bacchants gather in Arcady
To dance on the festival of the tragedy
And eat the fruit of ecstasy
In the midwood twilight
On his pipe plays the faun
In the green temple, from the
Dionysian days, watch the dawn

Goat-foot God, rise your rod, be free, know the world
Hath need of thee and Arcady
Goat-foot God, play your pipe tonight, wild and free
Your melody out of Arcady