Letra de Whistler's Riddle

High in the regions
Where the sky caressed the plains
The boy the oldest child
Traveled to the big city
Mama please stop crying
Said the boy of 6 foot 3
His father prideful leader
Said you are no son to me
The sky is bawling
I hear them calling
Calling out my name
The whistlers riddle
It is no fable
They told me in my dreams
The whistlers riddle
Is not fable
They told me in my dreams
Give me what you want it's a bad bad storm
Everything you want it's a bad bad storm
Give me what you want it's a bad bad storm
Everything you want it's a bad bad storm
So give me what you want it's a bad bad storm
Everything you want it's a bad bad storm
So give me what you want it's a bad bad storm
Everything you want it's a bad bad storm
Bad bad storm