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!