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