Fisherman's Song
Josephine Lang
The evening bell echoes
From the mountain down to the valley.
The hunter comes home from the forest,
The shepherd drives his flock to the stable,
And homewards from the lake comes
The fisherman, too, hooray!
Full of the hope of catching something
He throws out the nets,
And if the catch succeeded
He returns home happy,
And when he comes into his wife's sight
He waves his hat, hooray!
His even-tempered spirit
Is unaffected by the wrath of the storm.
Even if his profit was small,
He does not lose courage,
For tomorrow the lake
May be kind to him, hooray!
Thus he ever nurtures
The hope of happiness,
And returns home, if not rich,
At least comforted.
For tomorrow the lake
May be kind to him, hooray!