Awful sweet to be a little butterfly just winging over things and nothing deep inside. Nothing going going wild in you, you know, you're slowing by the riverside or floating high and blue. Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind like once through everything and then away again. With the taste of dust in your mouth all day but no need to know like sadness you just sail away.
Cause you know, I don't do sadness not even a little bit. Just don't need it in my life don't want any part of it. I don't do sadness, hey I've done my time looking back on it all then it blows my mind, I don't do sadness so been there. Don't do sadness just don't care.
Spring and summer ev’ry other day Blue wind gets so sad Blowin’ through the thick corn, Through the bales of hay, Through the open books on the grass Spring and summer.
Sure, when it’s autumn Wind always wants to Creep up and haunt you Whistlin’ it’s got you With its heartache, with its sorrow Winter wind sings and it cries.
Spring and summer ev’ry other day Blue wind gets so pained Blowin’ through the thick corn, Through the bales of hay, Through the sudden drift of the rain Spring and summer.