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
