Chapter V: Part I: (The Song of the Whip-poor-will announced by the flute.)

I

So says the whip-poor-will,
Follow me, follow me!
So says the chief to him,
Yes I will follow thee!

II

See the night darkening;
The shadows are hiding,
No light to follow for,
So says the waterfall,
So sings the river voice!

III

Someone is nearing me,
Soft he comes creeping here,
Two eyes glare close to me,
Lighting the forest path—
Hear how his breath blows by!

IV

Fol-low me, fol-low me,
So sings the whip-poor-will!
Yes, I am following,
So the chief answers him.