Saat itulah Wendell Gee mengambil sebuah tarikan
Upon the string that held the line of trees
Setelah senar itu memegang garis pohon
Behind the house he lived in
Di belakang rumah tempat dia tinggal
He was reared to give respect
Dia dibesarkan untuk memberi rasa hormat
But somewhere down the line he chose
Tapi entah di mana yang dia pilih
To whistle as the wind blows
Bersiul saat angin bertiup kencang
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
Peluit saat angin bertiup kencang, bersamaku
He had a dream one night
Dia bermimpi suatu malam
That the tree had lost its middle
Bahwa pohon itu telah kehilangan bagian tengahnya
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
Jadi dia membangun sebatang kawat ayam
To try to hold it up
Untuk mencoba menahannya
But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
Tapi kawatnya, kawatnya beralih ke kulit kadal
And when he climbed inside
Dan saat dia masuk ke dalam
There wasn’t even time to say
Tidak ada waktu untuk mengatakannya
Goodbye to Wendell Gee
Selamat tinggal pada Wendell Gee
So whistle as the wind blows
Jadi bersiul saat angin bertiup
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
Peluit saat angin bertiup kencang, bersamaku
If the wind were colors
Jika angin berwarna
And if the air could speak
Dan jika udara bisa berbicara
Then whistle as the wind blows
Lalu bersiul angin bertiup
Whistle as the wind blows
Whistle sebagai angin bertiup