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)