When his cloven hoofs dance in the dales.
Now the King of the Day has awakened at last,
And has climbed to his throne in the sky,
And the world is astir in its workaday tasks ...
But Pan has gone merrily by.
Now a child who lives in the village lane
Hears the reed notes and tries to pursue;
Fast he leaps over rocks on the heath on his way ...
All of a sudden the piping is near ...
Now it’s lost to him ... again, it is here ...