[Video: Loreena McKennitt performs “All Souls Night” live. (Lyrics below.)]
From whiskey river:
It is a mistake to believe that the crucial moments of a life when its habitual direction changes forever must be loud and shrill dramatics, washed away by fierce internal surges. This is a kitschy fairy tale started by boozing journalists, flashbulb-seeking filmmakers and authors whose minds look like tabloids. In truth, the dramatics of a life-determining experience are often unbelievably soft. It has so little akin to the bang, the flash, of the volcanic eruption that, at the moment it is made, the experience is often not even noticed. When it deploys its revolutionary effect and plunges a life into a brand-new light giving it a brand-new melody, it does that silently and in this wonderful silence resides its special nobility.
(Pascal Mercier [source])
…and (italicized lines):
All Souls Night
Bonfires dot the rolling hills
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 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
[CHORUS]
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
And 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
(Loreena McKennitt [source])
…and:
My eyes wandered from one end of the mountains to the other. “Do you think they go on forever?”
“The mountains?” Aritomo said, as though he had been asked that question before. “They fade away. Like all things.”
(Tan Twan Eng [source])