We're told that the ancient gods have ceased to exist But deep in the woodland and valleys I hear music And through the laughing laurels I draw him near My golden boy sings out for us Where there are dreams there are rivers And within his bones and skin, a sylvan sign And time means nothing and the world subsides When my golden boy sings at my side A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign A sylvan sign, a sylvan sign We're told that the ancient gods have ceased to exist But deep in the woodlands and valleys I hear music And through the laughing laurels I draw him near My golden boy sings out for us