No Arraial dos Santos

In the camp of the Saints, the joy of God overflows
In the camp of the Saints, the joy of God overflows
In the camp of the Saints, the joy of God overflows
Freed from Egypt, now I walk towards the promise
And when the ark moves, I know I am approaching my home

The fire rises, the glory descends
I keep marching, and singing and dancing
The fire rises, the glory descends
I keep marching, and singing and dancing

I'm going to Canaan
I'm going to the promised land
I'm going to Canaan