The Wayward Wind
Herbert Newman, Stanley R. Lebowsky
Oh, the wayward wind
Is a restless wind
A restless wind
That yearns to wander
And I was born
The next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind
In a lonely shack
By a railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound
Of the outward bound
Made me a slave
To my wandering ways
Oh the wayward wind
Oh, I met a girl
In a border town
I vowed we'd never part
Though I tried my best
To settle down
I'm now alone
With a broken heart
Oh the wayward wind
The wayward wind
The wayward wind
The wayward wind