The Wayward Wind
Herb Newman / Stanley 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 wand'ring ways
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