Lyrics

My father was a rambler
Never kept himself at home
He set out for adventure
Left my mother all alone
I was born into the wreckage
With a burning heart of stone

Mama cried, the wind blows high
And the wind blows low
Don’t know why the wind blows high
And the wind blows low

My teachers all despised me
Because I wouldn’t learn their names
My friends would all deride me
Because I didn’t look the same
There was a fire deep inside me
And I tended to the flame

Mama cried, the wind blows high
And the wind blows low
Don’t know why the wind blows high
And the wind blows low
You can try but it ain’t no lie
And it ain’t no joke
Mama cried, the wind blows high
And the wind blows low
The wind blows low

Now I’m standing on the gallows
In the glory of my shame
I would tell you of my sorrow
For all the suffering and pain
I have caused but come tomorrow
You won’t even know my name

Mama cried, the wind blows high
And the wind blows low
Don’t know why the wind blows high
And the wind blows low
You can try but it ain’t no lie
And it ain’t no joke
Mama cried, the wind blows high
And the wind blows low
The wind blows low

Words & Music by Tom Adams
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