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?

[Chorus]

Am Em C C

Spring and summer ev’ry other day

Bb Bb

Blue wind gets so sad

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

[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.

[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

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.