The Wayward Wind

(Stanley Lebowsky & Herb Newman)



Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind

A restless wind that yearns to wander

And he was born the next of kin

The next of kin to the wayward wind.



In a lonely shack by a railroad track

He spent his younger days

And I guess the sound of the outward-bound

Made him a slave to his wand'rin ways.



And the wayward wind is a restless wind

A restless wind that yearns to wander

And he was born the next of kin

The next of kin to the wayward wind.



Oh, I met him there in a border town

He vowed we'd never part

Though he tried his best to settle down

I'm now alone with a broken heart.



And the wayward wind is a restless wind

A restless wind that yearns to wander

And he was born the next of kin

The next of kin to the wayward wind.



Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind

A restless wind that yearns to wander

And he was born the next of kin

The next of kin to the wayward wind...