From the elementary school book, 1936, Songs of Many Lands
A haunting melody in Eflat.

SILVER RAIN
Frances Ford and Newton Swift

1. Winding over the hill,
Drumming down the plain,
They march with silvery banners,
The armies of the rain.

Each with flickering lance,
Each with shining spear,
Across the field or in the wood,
They travel far and near.

2. All the fluttering trees,
Tremble at their tread,
In fear the shivering willow,
Bends her weeping head.

Under watery boughs,
Press the armies bold,
They never loose their flashing spears,
Till woods are wet and cold.