The Wayward Wind

Stan Lebowsky / Herb Newman


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.
The next of kin to the wayward wind.