(Chorus:) The wayward wind is a restless wind, a restless wind that yearns to wander And he was born the next of kin, the next of kin to the wayward wind. In a lonely shack by a railroad track he spent his younger days And I guess the sound of the outward-bound made him a slave to his wand'ring ways. Chorus Instrumental Oh, I met him there in a border town He vowed we'd never part Though he tried his best to settle down I'm now alone with a broken heart. Chorus the next of kin to the wayward wind.