Phil Collins
The Fountain of Salmacis (Live in Concert at Paris Studios, London, 2nd March 1972)
The fountain of Salmacis
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 be held before
Hermaphroditus:
Where are you my father? Give wisdom to your son
Narrator:
Then he could go no further. Now lost, the boy was guided by the sun
And as his strength began to fail, he saw a shimmering lake. A shadow in the dark green depths, disturbed the strange tranquility
Salmacis:
The waters are disturbed. Some creature has been stirred
Narrator:
The waters are disturbed. The naiad queen Salmacis has been stirred
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
Salmacis:
We shall be one. We shall be joined as one
Narrator:
She wanted them as one. Yet he had no desire to be one
Hermaphroditus:
Away from me cold-blooded woman. Your thirst is not mine
Salmacis:
Nothing will cause us to part. Hear me O gods
Unearthly calm descended from the sky. And then their flesh and bones were strangely merged
Forever to be joined as one
The creature crawled into the lake. A fading voice was heard: "And I beg, yes I beg, that all who touch this spring, may share my fate."
Salmacis:
We are the one. We are the one
Narrator:
The two are now made one. Demi-god and nymph are now made one
Both had given everything they had. A lover's dream had been fulfilled at last. Forever still beneath the lake