Creating a woman, Pandora her name Sent to plague by Jupiter and torment her aim Given gifts of beauty, given gifts of music Vulcan fashioned an exquisite box of gold In which were put the evils that would plague mankind As the lid slowly closed So the Gods ruled the day Held by pride they could not change their minds And so they added one more beautiful gift To lessen the pain caused by the other The gift they called it hope "Give the box", the Gods said, "to the man you will wed" Then they sent her to Earth Welcome Pandora to the world of mankind With your box made of gold Pandora Every day she touched it Secrets locked inside Perhaps a cloak of magic or a precious jewel It must be a special gift from the Gods So special that she must open it Clouds appeared to float away, separating as they flew All the plagues the Gods had sent could now torment as they grew Filled with fear the lid was closed Only hope remained inside Then she sat to wait for man to return who asked her If she'd looked inside the box of pure gold "Yes," she said, but all that she saw was a small piece of hope Man said he would keep it there Unaware that she had seen let in mankind's world Evil that the Gods had given now roamed free Left behind for all mankind was a tiny piece of hope.
Creating a woman, Pandora her name Sent to plague by Jupiter and torment her aim Given gifts of beauty, given gifts of music Vulcan fashioned an exquisite box of gold In which were put the evils that would plague mankind As the lid slowly closed So the Gods ruled the day Held by pride they could not change their minds And so they added one more beautiful gift To lessen the pain caused by the other The gift they called it hope "Give the box", the Gods said, "to the man you will wed" Then they sent her to Earth Welcome Pandora to the world of mankind With your box made of gold Pandora Every day she touched it Secrets locked inside Perhaps a cloak of magic or a precious jewel It must be a special gift from the Gods So special that she must open it Clouds appeared to float away, separating as they flew All the plagues the Gods had sent could now torment as they grew Filled with fear the lid was closed Only hope remained inside Then she sat to wait for man to return who asked her If she'd looked inside the box of pure gold "Yes," she said, but all that she saw was a small piece of hope Man said he would keep it there Unaware that she had seen let in mankind's world Evil that the Gods had given now roamed free Left behind for all mankind was a tiny piece of hope.
