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Have you ever listened to the
trees?
Crying out for help as the
branches bend and turn
Have you ever listened to the
breeze?
On a cold dark evening on a
worn out country road
Was that a knock upon the
door?
Who could that be at this
time of night?
Look before you let them in
Could be that foxy Mister
Wind
Have you ever walked on
down the street
He pushes so hard he nearly
knocks you off your feet
Have you ever felt his icy
hands
Cutting your face just like
tiny grains of sand
I never ever get to sleep at
night
Underneath the blankets,
turn out the light
Sometimes so cruel that it's a
sin
Talking 'bout that Mister
Wind
Mister, Mister Wind - Mister,
Mister Wind, Yeh!
Mister, Mister Wind - Mister,
Mister Wind, Yeh!
Solo
I don't think I'll ever
understand
What drives him endlessly
throughout this land
All you people now beware
of him
Talking 'bout that Mister
Wind
He's a giver - taker - He's a
trouble maker
He's a blood sucker - He's a
mother trucker
Talking 'bout that Mister
Wind
Mister, Mister Wind - Mister,
Mister Wind, Yeh!
Mister, Mister Wind - Mister,
Mister Wind, Yeh!

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