I am a daughter of the glade
never tamed to mortal ken.
goat feet and striking yellow gaze
the sultry voice of the summer maze
I am the beast beneath fair skin
with but a song your love I'll win

As you would a satyr when he roams,
Beware the faun who hunts alone,
a prowling spirit on her own
all spice and fire to the bone!
a thirsty chalice for thy blade!
Come now, to the daughter of the glade!

In Song and Storm I came to life
By Hoof and Horn I came to be
I need no pipes to cast my spell
I am the tale no heroes tell!
hie to the woods, boy, you'll be glad you stayed.
Come now to the daughter of the glade!

Satyr, when thy mortal lovers fade,
I will take you, unafraid!
and here's your perfect chance to try
a lover bold and as sweet as I--
Dark and warm as winter wine!
You've never tasted fruits as fine!

I see you waste your golden song
on mortal maidens, dusk to dawn
Those virgin girls will ne'er be true
come taste a love as wild as you!
You'll meet your match when you meet my eyes!
but I'll allow you your surprise.

I am a daughter of the glade,
and I will make no man a wife!
By Hoof and Horn I came to be;
in Song and Storm I came to life!
Leave off thy chase! Thy prize is here!
and she will love you without fear!

I am a daughter of the glade
never tamed to mortal ken.
goat feet and striking yellow gaze
the sultry voice of the summer maze
I am the beast beneath fair skin
My song is done.
Thy love I've won.