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 ecstasy

In the mid-wood 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 fruits of ecstasy

In the mid-wood 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