Don't Do Sadness/Blue Wind [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

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)