Bonfires dot the rolling hills
Figures dance around and around
Moving to the pagan sound. To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Somewhere in a hidden memory
Images float before my eyes
And dancing till the next sunrise.
Of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
I can see lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night. Figures of cornstalks bend in the shadows
The green knight holds the holly bush
To mark where the old year passes by.
Held up tall as the flames leap high
Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness
Figures dance around and around
And moving to the pagan sound. Standing on the bridge that crosses
The wind is full of a thousand voices
The river that goes out to the sea
They pass by the bridge and me.
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