《The Camp of Souls》歌词

[00:00:00] My white canoe

[00:00:20] Like the silvery air

[00:00:36] O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls

[00:00:47] When the moons of the world are round and fair

[00:00:58] I paddle back from the Camp of Souls

[00:01:03] When the wishtonwish in the low swamp grieves

[00:01:18] Come the dark plumes of the red singing leaves

[00:01:32] Two hundred times have the moons of spring

[00:01:40] Rolled over the bright bay's azure breath

[00:01:47] Since they decked me with plumes of an eagle's wing

[00:01:56] And painted my face with the paint of death

[00:02:02] The camp of souls

[00:02:11] The camp of souls

[00:02:25] And from thy pipe o'er my corpse there broke

[00:02:36] The solemn rings of the blue last smoke

[00:02:47] Two hundred times have the wintry moons

[00:02:57] Wrapped the dead earth in a blanket white

[00:03:02] Two hundred times have the wild sky loons

[00:03:11] Shrieked in the flush of the golden light

[00:03:23] The camp of souls

[00:03:28] The camp of souls

[00:03:46] They chanted above me the song of grief

[00:03:53] As I took my way to the spirit land

[00:04:30] For love is the breath of the soul set free

[00:04:36] So I walk a river that darkly rolls

[00:04:43] That my spirit may whisper soft to thee

[00:04:51] Of thine who wait in the Camp of Souls

[00:04:58] When the bright day laughs

[00:05:03] Or the wan night grieves

[00:05:11] Come the dark plumes of red singing leaves