Don't Do Sadness/Blue Wind (Original Broadway Cast Recording/2006)

Awful sweet to be a little butterfly

Just wingin' over things and nothin' deep inside

Nothin' going, going wild in you, you know

You're slowin' by the riverside, or floatin' high and blue

Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind

Like, once through everything and then away again

With the taste of dust in your mouth all day

But no need to know

Like sadness, you just sail away

'Cause you know

I don't do sadness

Not even a little bit

Just don't need it in my life

Don't want any part of it

I don't do sadness

Hey, I've done my time

Lookin' back on it all, man, it blows my mind

I don't do sadness

So been there

Don't do sadness

Just don't care

Moritz Stiefel?

Ilse? You frightened me

What are you looking for?

If only I knew

Then what's the use of looking?

I'm on the way home, want to come?

I don't know

God, you remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates?

Wendla Bergman, Melchior Gabor, you and I?

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

Whistlin', it's got you

With its heartache, with its 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

Actually, I'd better go

Walk as far as my house with me

I wish I could

Then why don't you?

Eighty lines of Virgil, sixteen equations, a paper on the Habsburgs

So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line

Hang their things on me, and I will swing 'em dry

You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see

They come to set you free beneath the rising moon

'Cause you know

Spring and summer

I don't do sadness

Every other day

Not even a little bit (blue wind gets so lost)

Just don't need it in my life (blowin' through the thick corn)

(Through the bales of hay) don't want any part of it

Spring and summer

I don't do sadness

Every other day

Hey, I've done my time (blue wind gets so lost)

Lookin' back on it all

(Blowin' through the thick corn) and it blows my mind

Through the bales of hay

I don't do sadness (the wandering clouds of the dust)

So been there

Don't do sadness

Spring and summer (just don't care)