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. #2. 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. #3. 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, OUTRO: the next of kin to the wayward wind.(x2) A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.