When the full moon glows brighter Than the stars in the sky, The souls of the dead awaken And take to the earth. They bring stories From beyond the grave, Enlightening the living With tales of foreign realms And plains with magnificent animals Of shapes and sizes.
Colorful flowers dot the land of splendor, Bringing serenity to those making love Under the golden archways. And when the time comes For the living to begin life anew, They simply need to take The visitors by the hand, And dance under the moonlight.
