| 作曲 : Faun | |
| 作词 : Faun | |
| Listen now, Great Pan he calls us | |
| From the green wood in his grove | |
| 'neath the waxing moon above us | |
| Hear his clear flute sweet and low | |
| Hear his clear flute sweet and low | |
| Follow in the dance he's leading | |
| Circle 'round the fire's glow | |
| Come and drink the wine he pours us | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| Listen now and I shall follow | |
| Listen now and I may follow | |
| Listen now and I will follow | |
| Out of the mid-wood's twilight | |
| Into the meadow's dawn | |
| Ivory limbed and brown eyed | |
| Flashes the Faun | |
| He skips through the copses singing | |
| And his shadow dances along | |
| And I know not which I should follow | |
| Shadow or Song | |
| O Hunter, snare me his shadow | |
| O Nightingale, catch me his strain | |
| Else moonstruck with music and madness | |
| I track him in vain |
| zuo qu : Faun | |
| zuo ci : Faun | |
| Listen now, Great Pan he calls us | |
| From the green wood in his grove | |
| ' neath the waxing moon above us | |
| Hear his clear flute sweet and low | |
| Hear his clear flute sweet and low | |
| Follow in the dance he' s leading | |
| Circle ' round the fire' s glow | |
| Come and drink the wine he pours us | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| Listen now and I shall follow | |
| Listen now and I may follow | |
| Listen now and I will follow | |
| Out of the midwood' s twilight | |
| Into the meadow' s dawn | |
| Ivory limbed and brown eyed | |
| Flashes the Faun | |
| He skips through the copses singing | |
| And his shadow dances along | |
| And I know not which I should follow | |
| Shadow or Song | |
| O Hunter, snare me his shadow | |
| O Nightingale, catch me his strain | |
| Else moonstruck with music and madness | |
| I track him in vain |
| zuò qǔ : Faun | |
| zuò cí : Faun | |
| Listen now, Great Pan he calls us | |
| From the green wood in his grove | |
| ' neath the waxing moon above us | |
| Hear his clear flute sweet and low | |
| Hear his clear flute sweet and low | |
| Follow in the dance he' s leading | |
| Circle ' round the fire' s glow | |
| Come and drink the wine he pours us | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| From the tangled vines that grow | |
| Listen now and I shall follow | |
| Listen now and I may follow | |
| Listen now and I will follow | |
| Out of the midwood' s twilight | |
| Into the meadow' s dawn | |
| Ivory limbed and brown eyed | |
| Flashes the Faun | |
| He skips through the copses singing | |
| And his shadow dances along | |
| And I know not which I should follow | |
| Shadow or Song | |
| O Hunter, snare me his shadow | |
| O Nightingale, catch me his strain | |
| Else moonstruck with music and madness | |
| I track him in vain |
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