The Wayward Wind Sam Cooke Oh the wayward wind is a restless wind Is a restless wind that yearns to wander On the eye was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind And a lovely 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 wind And the wayward wind is a restless wind Is a restless wind that yearns to wander On the eye was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind I met her there in a border town We vowed we apos d never part Though I tried my best to settle down Now she apos s alone with the broken heart And the wayward wind is a restless wind Is a restless wind that yearns to wander On the eye was born the next of kin The next of kin to the wayward wind To the wayward wind
