The Wayward Wind

The Wayward Wind - Bobby Comstock

Oh the wayward wind

Is a restless wind

A restless wind

That yearns to wander

But she was born

The next of kin the next of kin

To the wayward wind

In a lonely shack by a railroad track

She spent her younger days

And I guess the sound of the outward bound

Made her a slave

To her wandering ways

But the wayward wind

Is a restless wind

A restless wind

That yearns to wander

But she was born

The next of kin the next of kin

To the wayward wind

But she was born

The next of kin the next of kin

To the wayward wind

To the wayward wind

To the wayward wind

To the wayward wind