Sam Cooke the wayward wind

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 days
And the wayward wind
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
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
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