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 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.

Oh, I met a girl in a border town..I vowed we'd never part.

Though I tried my best to settle down..She's now alone with a broken heart.

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.(x2)