Spirit - Willie Nelson (威利·纳尔逊)
White Eagle crossed the big horn river
His pony's piled with furs
Snow flower waited with the women of the tribe
Too many moons he'd been gone from her
As the sunset led him homeward
He saw clouds of smoke above the trees
He cut his ponies loose
And rode just like the wind
He could smell the white man on the breeze
Through the dust he saw
The ashes all his family and home
Sole survivor of the people
Whose spirit he must carry on alone
He rides the horizon
A silhouette painted on the moon-lit-sky
And he cry's for the ones he loves
With an anger in his blood a pain
Inside his heart and a spirit
That never dies
White Eagle watched the fall of Custer
He died a hundred times at wounded knee
Walked with his homeless brothers
Down the trail of tears
On his path through history
And through the years he sees
The ashes all his family and home
Sole survivor of the people
Who's spirit he still carry on alone
He rides the horizon
A silhouette painted on the moon-lit-sky
And he cry's for the ones he loves
With an anger in his blood a pain
Inside his heart and a spirit
That never dies
As He rides the horizon
A silhouette painted on the moon-lit-sky
And he cry's for the ones he loves
With an anger in his blood a pain
Inside his heart and a spirit
That never dies
And a spirit
Must never dies
