Golden apples from the grove fall down the tree
And make all the 
Bacchants gather in 
ArcadyTo dance on the 
Festival of the 
TragedyAnd 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
Goot 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 
ArcadyTo dance on the 
Festival of the 
TragedyAnd 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
Goot 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