THE FISHING SONG.
Down in the wide, gray river,
The current is sweeping strong;
Over the wide, gray river,
Floats the fisherman's song.
The current is sweeping strong;
Over the wide, gray river,
Floats the fisherman's song.
The oar-stroke times the singing;
The song falls with the oar;
And an echo in both is ringing;
I thought to hear no more.
The song falls with the oar;
And an echo in both is ringing;
I thought to hear no more.
Out of a deeper current,
The song brings back to me
A cry from mortal silence,
Of mortal agony.
The song brings back to me
A cry from mortal silence,
Of mortal agony.
Life that was spent and vanished,
Love that had died of wrong,
Hearts that are dead in living,
Come back on the fisherman's song.
Love that had died of wrong,
Hearts that are dead in living,
Come back on the fisherman's song.
