That′s when Wendell Gee
Takes a tug upon the stream
That held the line of trees
Behind the house he lived in
He was reared to give respect
But somewhere down the line he chose
To whistle as the wind blows
And whistle as the wind blows, did he
He had a dream one night
That the tree had lost its middle
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
To try to hold it up
But the wire, the wire turned his red skin and wrinkled hide inside
There wasn't even time to say
Goodbye to Wendell Gee
So listen as the wind blows
And whistle as the wind blows, did he
There wasn′t even time to say
Goodbye to Wendell Gee
So whistle as the wind blows
And listen as the wind blows, did he
If the wind would call us
And if the air gets blue
We'll whistle as the wind blows
And whistle as the wind blows
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
