This way from the South Comes the cloud Very red, And inside the cloud is the red corn. How beautiful the cloud Bringing corn of red color! IV This way from the East Comes the cloud, Very white, And inside the cloud is the white corn. How beautiful the cloud Bringing corn of white color! How beautiful the clouds From the North and the West From the South and the East Bringing corn of all colors! SONG OF THE BLUE CORN DANCE (_Zuñi_) Beautiful, lo, the summer clouds, Beautiful, lo, the summer clouds! Blossoming clouds in the sky, Like unto shimmering flowers, Blossoming clouds in the sky, Onward, lo, they come, Hither, hither bound! CORN-GRINDING SONG (_Zuñi_) Yonder, yonder see 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!” Singing, “Hitherward, hitherward, hitherward, white cloud, Hither come!” Now we hear the corn-plants murmur, “We are growing everywhere!” Hi, yai, the world, how fair! CORN DANCE SONG (_Zuñi_) Who, ah ye know who— Who, ah ye know who— Who was’t that made a picture the first? It was the bright Rainbow Youth, Rainbow Youth— Ay, behold it was even thus— Clouds came, And rain came Close following— Rainbow then colored all! KOROSTA KATZINA SONG (_Hopi_) I Yellow butterflies Over the blossoming virgin corn, With pollen-painted faces Chase one another in brilliant throng. II Blue butterflies Over the blossoming virgin beans, With pollen-painted faces Chase one another in brilliant streams. III Over the blossoming corn, Over the virgin corn Wild bees hum; Over the blossoming corn, Over the virgin beans Wild bees hum. IV Over your field of growing corn All day shall hang the thunder-cloud; Over your field of growing corn All day shall come the rushing rain. ANGA KATZINA SONG (_Hopi_) Rain all over the cornfields, Pretty butterfly-maidens Chasing one another when the rain is done, Hither, thither, so. How they frolic ’mid the corn, Laughing, laughing, thus: A-ha, ha-ha, O-ah, e-lo! How they frolic ’mid the corn, Singing, singing, thus: O-o, o-ho, O-he, e-lo! HE-HEA KATZINA SONG (_Hopi_) Corn-blossom maidens Here in the fields, Patches of beans in flower, Fields all abloom, Water shining after rain, Blue clouds looming above. Now behold! Through bright clusters of flowers Yellow butterflies Are chasing at play, And through the blossoming beans Blue butterflies Are chasing at play.