Don't do sadness / Blue wind

[ILSE] Spring and summer every 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 its autumn Wind always wants to Creep up and haunt you Whistlin its got you With its heartache, with its sorrow Winter wind sings and it cries Spring and summer every 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 [MORITZ] Actually, I'd better go. [ILSE] Walk as far as my house with me. [MORITZ] I wish I could. [ILSE] Then why don't you? [MORITZ] Eighty lines of Virgil, sixteen equations, a paper on the Hapsburgs So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line Hang their things on me and I will swing 'em dry You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see They come to set you free Beneath the rising moon 'Cause you know [BOTH] Spring and summer every other day [I don't do sadness] Blue wind gets so lost [Not even a little bit] Blowin through the thick corn [Just don't need it in my life] Through the bales of hay [Don't want any part of it] Spring and summer every other day [I don't do sadness] Blue wind gets so lost [Hey, I've done my time, looking back on it all] Blowin through the thick corn [Man, it blows my mind] Through the bales of hay [I don't do sadness] Through the wandering clouds of the dust [So been there, don't do sadness] Spring and summer [Just don't care]

Don't do sadness / Blue wind

[ILSE] Spring and summer every 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 its autumn Wind always wants to Creep up and haunt you Whistlin its got you With its heartache, with its sorrow Winter wind sings and it cries Spring and summer every 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 [MORITZ] Actually, I'd better go. [ILSE] Walk as far as my house with me. [MORITZ] I wish I could. [ILSE] Then why don't you? [MORITZ] Eighty lines of Virgil, sixteen equations, a paper on the Hapsburgs So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line Hang their things on me and I will swing 'em dry You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see They come to set you free Beneath the rising moon 'Cause you know [BOTH] Spring and summer every other day [I don't do sadness] Blue wind gets so lost [Not even a little bit] Blowin through the thick corn [Just don't need it in my life] Through the bales of hay [Don't want any part of it] Spring and summer every other day [I don't do sadness] Blue wind gets so lost [Hey, I've done my time, looking back on it all] Blowin through the thick corn [Man, it blows my mind] Through the bales of hay [I don't do sadness] Through the wandering clouds of the dust [So been there, don't do sadness] Spring and summer [Just don't care]

Mama Who Bore me

[WENDLA] Mama who bore me Mama who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so sad Mama, the weeping Mama, the angels No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem Some pray that one day Christ will come a'-callin' They light a candle And hope that it glows And some just lie there Crying for him to come and find them But when he comes they don't know how to go Mama who bore me Mama who gave me No way to handle things Who made me so bad Mama, the weeping Mama, the angels No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem

Wishpering

WENDLA Whispering Here the ghosts in the moonlight Sorrow doing a new dance Through their bone, through their skin Listening To the souls in the fool's night Fumbling mutely with their rude hands And there's heartache without end See the father bent in grief The mother dressed in mourning Sister crumbles, and the neighbors grumble The preacher issues warnings History Little miss didn't do right Went and ruined all the true plans Such a shame. Such a sin. Mystery Home alone on a school night Harvest moon over the blue land Summer longing on the wind Had a sweetheart on his knees So faithful and adoring And he touched me. And I let him love me. So let that be my story Listening For the hope, for the new life Something beautiful, a new chance Hear its whispering There again