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 wandrin’ ways

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

Oh, I met him there in a border town, he vowed we’d never part

Though he tried his best to settle down, now I’m alone with a broken heart

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,

the next of kin to the wayward wind