Dont Do Sadness Blue Wind

Bb5                           A5
Awful sweet   to be a little butterfly.
     Bb5                               A5
Just wingin' over things   and nothin' deep in-side
          Fmaj7                      E7
Nothing goin' goin' wild in you you know.
                    C                       Bb
Your slowin' by the riverside    or floatin' high and blue.

[Verse]
      Bb5                         A5
Or maybe      cool to be a little summer wind
      Bb5                                    A5
Like once through everything,    and then away a-gain.
            Fmaj7                               E7
with a taste of dust in your mouth all day, but no need to know.
      C                   Bb
Like sadness.    you just sail away.

[Chorus]
                Am
'cause you know,
   Em         C               Bb
I don't do sadness,     not even a little bit.
             Fmaj7                                 Am
Just don't need it in my life, don't want any part of it.
Em          C
 I don't do sadness,
         Bb                               Fmaj7
Hey I've done my time. Lookin back on it all man it blows my mind.
                Am             Em
I don't do sadness, so been there,
         C                  Fmaj7
Don't do sadness,    just don't care

[Break]
N.C.
Ilse: Moritz Stiefel?
Moritz: Ilse, you frightened me
I: What are you looking for?
M: If only I knew.
I: Then what's the use of looking? I'm on the way home, want to come?
M: I don't know.
I: God, you remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates?
   Wendla Bergman, Melchior Gabor, you and I?

{BLUE WIND (Ilse Neumann) [Lauren Pritchard in the Original Broadway Cast]}

[Chorus]
Am          Em     C           C
Spring and  summer ev’ry other day
Bb                  Bb
Blue wind gets so   sad
                    F
Blowin’ through the thick corn,
            Fmaj7
Through the bales of hay,
            Am                Em
Through the open books on the grass
C           Fmaj7
Spring and  summer

[Verse]
D/F#
Sure, when it’s autumn
Fmaj7
Wind always wants to
             G
Creep up and haunt you
               Fmaj7
Whistlin’ it’s got you
         Am                  Em
With its heartache, with its sorrow
            C            Fmaj7
Winter wind sings and it cries

[Chorus]
Am          Em     C           C
Spring and  summer ev’ry other day
Bb                  Bb
Blue wind gets so  pained
                    F
Blowin’ through the thick corn,
            Fmaj7
Through the bales of hay,
            Am                   Em
Through the sudden drift of the rain
C           Fmaj7
Spring and  summer

[Break]
N.C.
M: Actually, I better go.
I: Walk as far as my house with me.
M: I wish I could.
I: Then why don't you?
M: Eighty lines of Virgil, sixteen equations,a paper on the Habsburgs.

{C N'T C  SADNESS/BLUE WIND [Moritz and Ilse]}

[Verse]
Moritz:
      Bb5                             A5
So, maybe I could be some kind of laundry line.
              Bb5                      A5
Hang their things on me, and I will swing 'em dry.
            Fmaj7                                     E7
You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see.
              C                          Bb
They come to set you free,     Beneath the    rising moon

[Chorus]
                       Am         Em
Moritz:  'Cause you know
ILSE:                  Spring and summer

                     C
Moritz:  I don't do  sadness
ILSE:              every other day

                    Bb
Moritz:  Not even a little bit
ILSE:             Blue wind    gets so lost,

                           Fmaj7
Moritz:  Just don't      need   it in my             life.
ILSE:    Blowin' through the thick corn, through the bales of hay.

                             Am         Em            C
Moritz:  Don't want any part of it.       I don't do  sadness...
ILSE:                        Spring and summer,     every other day.

                     Bb
Moritz:  Hey, I've done my time. Lookin' back on it all,
ILSE:              Blue wind gets so lost,

                             Fmaj7
Moritz:  Man,    it      blows  my mind.
ILSE:    Blowin' through the thick corn. through the bales of hay.

                          Am                        Em
Moritz:  I don't do sadness,        so  been   there.
ILSE:               through the wandering clouds of the dust,

                     C                Fmaj7
Moritz:  Don't do sadness. Just don't care.
ILSE:                Spring     and   summer.