The Shad Spirit

The Shad Spirit holds his onward course,
With the flock that his whistle calls.
With the flocks which his whistle calls.

And who can tell him the fated time, —
And well can he tell the fated time
To undertake his task.

Though the wind is light, the wave is white
With the fleece of the flock that's near;
And he sweeps on high, like the scud of the sky, —
The wind is light, and the wave is white,
With the fleece of the flock that's near;
Like the breath of the breeze, he comes over the seas,
And faithfully leads them here.

Then carry the nets to the river's shore, —
So carry the nets to the nearest shore,
And take what the Shad Spirit brings.