His eyes make pictures when they close,
He follows pure breezes where they blow,
Earth and ocean seem to sleep in one another's arms, and dream,
He does not fear this haunted keep but swims the shimmering, boundless stream.

Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher.

His hands turn shadows into gold,
Three wonders,
The spirit wind unfolds,
Comes the hour of his distress, when temptations do oppress,
But each sin he does confess,
Embracing now his unseen guest.

Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher.

Here the wind will sigh and weep and all the world is drowned in sleep,
Yet his eyes do watch and keep and the spirit guide his feet,
Shadow.

He prays, the Lamb of God descends,
He seeks a kingdom without end,
Shapes that haunt thought's wilderness, these are the world's rejected guests,
Glass darkly shades the final rest,
Still, he will surely past this test.

Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher,
Shadow catcher.