Wendell Gee

That's when Wendell Gee

Takes a tug upon the string

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 listen as the wind blows through the leaves

He had a dream one night

That the tree had lost its middle

So he built a trunk of chicken wire

To try and hold it up

But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin

And when he climbed it sagged

There wasn't even time to say

Goodbye to Wendell Gee

So whistle as the wind blows

And listen as the wind blows through the leaves

There wasn't even time to say

Goodbye to Wendell Gee

So whistle as the wind blows

And listen as the wind blows through the leaves

If the wind were colors

And if the air could speak

Then whistle as the wind blows

And whistle as the wind blows through the leaves