(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe). . 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. 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.