Letra de From the Dionysian Days
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 fruits of ecstasyIn the mid wood twilight On his pipe plays the faun In the green temple from the Dionysian days watch the dawnGoot 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 ArcadyGolden 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 fruits of ecstasyIn the mid wood twilight On his pipe plays the faun In the green temple From the Dionysian days watch the dawnGoot 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