Oh, the way ward wind

is a rest less (G)wind,

a rest less (D)wind

that yearns to (A7)wan der;

and he was (D11)born

the next of (G)kin,

the next of (D)kin

to the (G)way ward (D)wind.

In a lone ly shack by a rail road track he spent his young er days,

and I guess the sound of the out ward bound (A7)made him a slave

to his wand ’rin’ (D)ways.

(CN.C.)Oh the way ward wind

is a rest less (G)wind,

a rest less (D)wind

that yearns to (A7)wan der;

and he was (D11)born

the next of (G)kin,

the next of (D)kin

to the (G)way ward (D)wind.

Oh I met him there in a bor der town, he vowed we’d nev er part,

’tho he tried his best to the set tle down (A7)I’m now a lone

with a bro ken (D)ways.

(CN.C.)Oh the way ward (D)heart.

(CN.C.)Oh the way ward (D)wind.