O, my lovely mountain, To’ yallanne! O, my lovely mountain, To’ yallanne! To’ yallanne! High up in the sky, See Rain-makers seated, Hither come the rain-clouds now, He-ya, ha-ya, he-ya!
Behold, yonder All will soon be abloom Where the flowers spring Tall shall grow the youthful corn-plants.
II
Lovely! See the cloud, the cloud appear! Lovely! See the rain, the rain draw near! Who spoke? ’Twas the little corn-ear High on the tip of the stalk Singing while it looked at me Talking aloft there "Ah, perchance the floods Hither moving Ah, may the floods come this way!"
III
Yonder, yonder the fair rainbow, See the rainbow brightly decked and painted! Now the swallow bringeth glad news to your corn,
Singing, "Hitherward, hitherward, hitherward, rain, "Hither come! "Hither come!" Now hear the corn-plants murmur, "We are growing, everywhere! "Hi, yai! The world, how fair!"
