Home is a long way away At the end of the day, When you greet a stranger, At the end of the day, When there are no friends. 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 through the leaves {same as before} There wasn't even time to say Goodbye to Wendell Gee So whistle as the wind blows Whistle as the wind blows through the leaves If the wind were colors And if the air could speak Then whistle as the wind blows Whistle as the wind blows