Spirit Train (Guadalcanal Diary)

I watch these woods at night On lonely roads at night I wait in vain for the spirit train On a windy hill, by a mossy stone I stand alone A great white horse in a grassy plain Waits to move again for the spirit train And I wonder how long I wonder how long And I know not long In the wilderness where a city once stood A wild forgotten stream The weeds grow tall and cover it all The smiling face of a cracked green stone Wait to move alone to the spirit train And I wonder how long I wonder how long And I know not long And I hear a voice in the darkness call Across the sky to the lead them all To the spirit train