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...