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 Whistle as the wind blows, with me 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 to lizard skin And when he climbed inside There wasn?t even time to say Goodbye to Wendell Gee So whistle as the wind blows Whistle as the wind blows, with me If the wind were colors And if the air could speak Then whistle as the wind blows Whistle as the wind blows