The Ukraine rain fell long and hard From clouds above on high, But what were shed Were tears of red To spill on fields awry. As storms of rage passed o'er the land A horseman through it rode. A black horse day Of wild dismay As floods of red rain flowed. Beneath the yellow and the blue The Ukraine rain poured on, It steeped the ground For miles around And harvest yield was gone. As people cried and people died, The pain of rain aflame; With nought to eat The yellow wheat Was plundered beyond shame And all about the crippled souls Would weep through blood red eyes As once again The Ukraine rain Screamed down from blood red skies.