Where are you going Oh, wind of the morning Your slippers are showing And you're still yawning To waken the wee ones And tickle their lashes For breakfast of milkbuns Toy spoons and splashes
Good morning, Mr. Wind Good morning, Mr. Wind Where are you going? Where am I going?
Where are you going So tinily singing? Where are you blowing The kiss you are making To ponds to make ripplings To blow out the matches A-lift up the gull wings When the plough scratches
Good morning, Mr. Wind Good morning, Mr. Wind Where are you going? Where am I going?
Good morning, Mr. Wind Good morning, Mr. Wind Where are you going? Where am I going?
Where are you going Oh, wind of the morning Your slippers are showing And you're still yawning To waken the wee ones And tickle their lashes For breakfast of milkbuns Toy spoons and splashes
Good morning, Mr. Wind Good morning, Mr. Wind Where are you going? Where am I going?