After taking a considerable amount of time thinking of a
title for this blog, I came upon this song written by Stanley Lebowsky and Herb
Newman. It’s an old song first made
popular by Gogi Grant in 1956. (No, I’m
not that old and as far as I know,
today is the first time I heard the song.)
It has a catchy tune and the words may not be entirely far from how I would
describe myself.
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
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'rin ways
He spent his younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made him a slave to his wand'rin ways
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
He vowed we'd never part
Though he tried his best to settle down
I'm now alone with a broken heart
I wasn’t born in a lonely shack but in a crowded hospital; and I don’t think that hospital was anywhere near a railroad track. But restless and yearning to wander, that I probably am. As for the broken heart... hmm...
Here’s a link to the song I found on YouTube.
And a live version in 2004, still from the incomparable Ms.
Grant who at the age of 80 still knows how to rock it.
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