In the land where heroes dream
The flowing mountain stream
Carries tears from Olympus high
Of all the mighty gods that cried
For Apollo’s lost young child.
In this place where lightning strikes
The lone tree is cleaved in two;
And the dryads burned to cinder
From the savage revenge of Zeus.
For were these dryads charged
To care for Apollo’s son;
But neglectful of their duty
The child did fall and was gone.
In the realm of souls and gloom
Where the dark god Hades rules;
Apollo’s son has gone to shade,
And the dryads’ sin must be repaid.
So the Furies have decreed
The dryads' fate that is to be;
To spend eternity in the burning tree
As they watch Apollo’s son run free.
