St. Andrew’s Eve

Lyrics

The last night of November All dreaming as I lay I saw a fisher toiling In stormy seas and grey, - A glimmering seine-net casting In foam as white as wool . . And sometimes it came empty And sometimes it came full That port that fisher hailed from Was the port of Heaven above: The shining net he cast there Was the net of Christ His love That seine it shone like silver Or the Milky Way come down . . And, oh! the catch he took there Was the souls of those who drown