Big Old Wind

I was playing in the dirt in my back garden

I was watching all the stupid birds at the top of the tree

They were there just a minute ago, but something else disturbed them

So I figure maybe it's disturbing me

When that big old wind rolls in from Scandinavia

Where the elks and moose and reindeer roam the snow

The trees look very handsome in the afternoon sun

So why it bothers me, I just don't know

And it's reported on the streets and on the radio

And you hear it on un-popular T.V.;

There are threats of death for all of us in several different lines

And I still can't figure out the one for me

Meanwhile that big old wind rolls on across the ocean

To the places where I'll never ever go

And I don't get miserable, dejected, or downcast

So what is on my mind, I just don't know

And it's a sad (x11) feeling...

And that big old wind rolls in from Scandinavia

To say this English summer has to go

I'm sure that all the elk and moose and reindeer will be pleased

So why it bothers me, I just don't know

No, why it bothers me, I just don't know (x2)