Bonfires 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.

[Refrain]
I can see the lights in the distance,
Trembling in the dark of the night.
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing,
A waltz upon All Souls' Night

Figures of cornstalks blend in the shadows
Held up tall as the flames leap high;
The green knight holds the holly bush,
To mark where the old year passes by.

Bonfires dot the rolling hillsides;
Figures dance, around and around,
To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness,
Moving to the pagan sound.

Standing on the bridge that crosses
The river that goes out to the sea
The wind is full of a thousand voices
They pass by the bridge and me.

ENTER DOORWAY to Dora's Genealogy

In the Celtic world, All Hallows Even, at
the end of the harvest season, marked the
end of one year and the beginning of the new.
On this night, a rift opened in the fabric
of time and space. The worlds of the past,
or the dead, and the ancestors, overlapped
with that of the present world of the living,
and the dead crossed over into our world, and
walked among us. As they feasted, they set
out food and gifts to honor the dead. This is
the time when they remembered, honored, and
celebrated their ancestors.

The Celts thought that the past lives in the
present, and the dead are a critical part of
the living.