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.
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.