That's when Wendell G. takes a tug upon the streamTo help the line of treesBehind the house he lived inHe was reared to give respectBut somewhere down the line it showsTo whistle as the wind blowsTo whistle as the wind blowsHe had a dream one nightThat the tree had lost its middleSo he built a trunk of chicken wireTo try to hold it upBut the wire, the wire turned lizard skinWhen it climbed insideThere wasn't even time to sayGoodbye to Wendell G.To whistle as the wind blowsTo whistle as the wind blowsThere wasn't even time to sayGoodbye to Wendell G.To whistle as the wind blowsTo whistle as the wind blowsIf the wind would coverIf the air could speakTo whistle as the wind blowsTo whistle as the wind blows