No breezes blow but that they call my name
for I'm the lonely child of stormy winds
and so I'm known to the cold snow and rain
and so a stranger to you here I am.
A sign of storm, you turn and sadly smile,
wind tangled in your hair, turning again,
and so was I caught in your arms a while
but you can't hold the child of stormy winds.
Ah, babe, you say I'm not the one you love
and things have changed since we kissed in the rain
so let it fall, the morning railroad comes
and stormy winds will rise to catch that train.
I should have known the moment that we touched
that soon enough we'd part and it would end
so fare-thee-well to you, the one I love.
You can remember me by stormy winds.