Loreena McKennitt - All souls night
Bonfire dot the rolling hillsides,
figures dance around and around
to drums that pulse out echoes of darkness,
moving to the pagan sound.
Somewhere in a hidden memory
images float before my eyes
of fragrant nights of straw and of bonfires
and dancing till the next sunrise.
Chorus
I can see the lights in the distance
trembling in the dark cloak of night. ...