The Wayward Winds - Sam Cooke (山姆·库克)

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'd never part

Though I tried my best to settle down

Now she'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