I am sister of sister of me
Rise and fall of the family tree
You jumped first and I fell free
Once again we are we(e)
I am kisser of blister and bruise
Born(e) from motherly servitude
Softness sought and then abused
I am not amused
The wind will blow
The grass will grow
And I will go
Quietly
The wind whistles where I walk
It's fine to let them talk
Squeal and gawk
The wind whistles where I walk
It's fine to let them talk
Squeal and gawk
The wind whistles where I walk
It's fine to let them talk
Squeal and gawk