The Fountain of Salmacis (Live at Paris Theatre, London, March 2nd, 1972) Genesis

[NARRATOR]
From a dense forest of tall, dark, pinewood
Mount Ida rises like an island
Within a hidden cave, nymphs had kept a child
Hermaphroditus, son of Gods, so afraid of their love
As the dawn creeps up the sky
The hunter caught sight of a doe
In desire for conquest
He found himself within a glade he'd not beheld before

[HERMAPHRODITUS]
Where are you my father?
Give wisdom to your son

[NARRATOR]
And as his strength began to fail
He saw a shimmering lake
A shadow in the dark green depths
Disturbed the strange tranquillity

[SALMACIS]
The waters are disturbed
Some creature has been stirred

[NARRATOR]
As he rushed to quench his thirst
A fountain spring appeared before him
And as his heated breath brushed through the cool mist
A liquid voice called, "Son of Gods, drink from my spring"
The water tasted strangely sweet
Behind him the voice called again
He turned and saw her, in a cloak of mist alone
And as he gazed, her eyes were filled with the darkness of the lake