Wampanoag song (Naumkeag, in the dawn lands…) From the astonishing words of Martin Prechtel i. The people would gather and ask which families had the poorest harvest. These families would be asked to sing to make the next year happen and they would be feasted and hundreds and thousands of purple shell beads were scattered and these were the purple corns in their mineral form offered as food for the migrating geese, for the migrating geese would bring in the year and make the world jump up and live. ii. These are the wild geese eating the wild berries! These are the wild geese eating all the fruits of the forest These are the wild geese May they eat! May they eat! May they eat!