Bromham
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 s**er - He's a mother trucker
Talking 'bout that Mister Wind
Mister, Mister Wind - Mister, Mister Wind, Yeh!
Mister, Mister Wind - Mister, Mister Wind, Yeh!