[Ilsa]

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 it's autumn,
Wind always wants to
Creep up and haunt you -
Whistling, it's got you
With it's heartache, and it's 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

Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so lost
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay
Spring and summer,
Every other day,
Blue wind gets so lost
Blowin' through the thick corn,
Through the bales of hay
Through the wandering clouds of the dust

Spring and summer