[00:00.00] 作曲 : John W Prassas[00:48.75]My white canoe, like the silvery air[01:08.34]O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls[01:10.11]When the moons of the world are round and fair[01:11.85]I paddle back from the Camp of Souls[01:13.32]When the wishtonwish in the low swamp grieves[01:14.25]Come the dark plumes of the red singing leaves[01:15.15]Two hundred times have the moons of spring[01:16.02]Rolled over the bright bay's azure breath[01:28.98]Since they decked me with plumes of an eagle's wing[01:30.45]And painted my face with the paint of death[01:48.72]The camp of souls[01:59.88]The camp of souls[02:43.50]And from thy pipe o'er my corpse there broke[02:44.40]The solemn rings of the blue last smoke[03:07.08]Two hundred times have the wintry moons[03:07.92]Wrapped the dead earth in a blanket white[03:29.61]Two hundred times have the wild sky loons[03:46.14]Shrieked in the flush of the golden light[03:46.98]The camp of souls[03:47.85]The camp of souls[03:56.55]They chanted above me the song of grief[04:32.67]As I took my way to the spirit land[04:33.39]For love is the breath of the soul set free[04:36.81]So I walk a river that darkly rolls[04:43.08]That my spirit may whisper soft to thee[04:49.20]Of thine who wait in the Camp of Souls[04:51.48]When the bright day laughs, or the wan night grieves[05:05.40]Come the dark plumes of red singing leaves