Sam Cooke The Wayward Wind
O, the wayward wind is a restless wind
Is a restless wind that yearns to wander
On the eye was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
And a lovely 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 days
and the wayward wind
O, the wayward wind is a restless wind
Is a restless wind that yearns to wander
On the eye was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
I met her there in a border town
We vowed we'd never part
though I tried my best to settle down
now she's alone with the broken heart
O, the wayward wind is a restless wind
Is a restless wind that yearns to wander
On the eye was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
