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