Daughter of the Glade

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.