Nuthinduan Waltz

I'm just an old yout, 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
 'Cept wait for nightfall when the will of the wind
 Has it's way in the grass on a summer's day
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 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
 'Cept wait for nightfall 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