Deep in the woods lies a gladem Green and bright, wonderful, Gentle light, bleaks through leaves, Mellow shades, mask a shape, Of a wild It's the dance of the satyr It's the dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr The dance of the satyr All around this fine glade, Moves his hooves, shaked his horns, To a tune, of a flute, Audibly, only to Creatures of, other worlds Fast move his hips, Spins around, cross the glade, Prance in rut, bounce in heat, To the beat, of the tune, Of a wild It's the dance of the satyr...