Pipes of pan

Can you hear the distant thunder?
Can you see the Moon in the sky?
I can see a full horizon, the Sun raising his eye
Arms lifted to greet the dawn
As fiery eyes of wisdom shine
A father dead, a Son of Suns
A tear wiped away with a smile

All of my life I have seen many offerings
To the Gods and all the wonder that they hold
But how many people really can, hear the pipes of Pan?
As they sound across our sacred land of old

I can see a cloven hoof falling
On the bare skin of the Earth
I can see life returning, feel the triple One's rebirth
Golden light dapples across the woodland
As the Piper dances and plays his tune
Herne the Hunter, Horned One
Spirit of Man to the Moon

Can you hear the pipes of Pan
On the warm summer breeze?
If you can, can you feel him deep within you
As he penetrates the land?
May blossom to the bee
The nectar of love is on her skin
Heat returns as passions rise
And Beltane's dance begins, once again