Nuthinduan Waltz

I'm just an old youth

With a cane made of root

And a dog with a nasal disease

I sit when it's breezing

My dog's always sneezing

I swear it's the voice of Louise

Why do you do when you don't have a clue

And the only thing doing is nothing at all

Except wait for night fall when

The will of the wind has it's way in

The grass on a summer's day

And the rope ends that hung above

Layers of dung had little on all sides but air

In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet

I step on my doggie's despair

Why do you do when you don't have a clue

And the only thing doing is nothing at all

Except wait for night fall when the will of the wind

Has it's way in the grass on a summer's day

Why do you do when you don't have a clue

And the only thing doing is nothing at all

Except wait for night fall

When the will of the wind has

It's way in the grass on a summer's day

I'm just an old yout with a cane made of root

And a dog with a nasal disease