Deep the dew water falls No one comes close to me! Where are you, whip-poor-will? Why I am waiting now Calling your voice again? II Screaming the night away, With his great wing feathers Swooping the darkness up; I hear the Eagle bird Pulling the blanket back Off from the eastern sky. III How swift he flies bearing the sun to the morning. See how he sits down in the trails of the eastern sky! Whip-poor-will, Whip-poor-will, no more I follow thee! When the night comes again, wilt thou say, “Follow me”? THE PLANTING SONG (_Osage_) I have made a footprint, a sacred one. I have made a footprint; through it the blades push upward. I have made a footprint; through it the blades radiate. I have made a footprint; over it the blades float in the wind. I have made a footprint; over it the ears lean toward one another. I have made a footprint; over it I pluck the ears. I have made a footprint; over it I bend the stalk to pluck the ears. I have made a footprint; over it the blossoms lie gray. I have made a footprint; smoke arises from my house. I have made a footprint; there is cheer in my house. I have made a footprint; I live in the light of day. SONG OF THE RAIN CHANT (_Navaho_) Far as man can see, Comes the rain, Comes the rain with me. From the Rain-Mount, Rain-Mount far away, Comes the rain, Comes the rain with me. ’Mid the lightnings, ’Mid the lightning zigzag, ’Mid the lightning flashing, Comes the rain, Comes the rain with me. ’Mid the swallows, ’Mid the swallows blue Chirping glad together, Comes the rain, Comes the rain with me. Through the pollen, Through the pollen blest, All in pollen hidden Comes the rain, Comes the rain with me. Far as man can see, Comes the rain, Comes the rain with me. THE VOICE THAT BEAUTIFIES THE LAND (_Navaho_) I The voice that beautifies the land! The voice above, The voice of the thunder, Among the dark clouds Again and again it sounds, The voice that beautifies the land. II The voice that beautifies the land! The voice below, The voice of the grasshopper, Among the flowers and grasses Again and again it sounds, The voice that beautifies the land. CORN-GRINDING SONG (_Tesuque Pueblo_) I This way from the North Comes the cloud, Very blue, And inside the cloud is the blue corn. How beautiful the cloud Bringing corn of blue color! II This way from the West Comes the cloud Very yellow, And inside the cloud is the yellow corn. How beautiful the cloud Bringing corn of yellow color! III