Harry Belafonte — Windin Road

Windin’, windin’ roads a windin’ Home is getting far away Will I see my love come springtime Or when I am old and gray Long ago I took to wandering Had to see beyond the hill I left my sweetheart there a waiting Wonder if she’s waiting still Oh I met a gal in Kansas city Painted face and flaming hair She took my love and stole my money Broke my heart and left me there Well I trailed her clear up to Wyoming And one fine day in early spring I rode up so soft and easy Shot and killed that pretty thing Now I’m living in the shadows Starting up at every sound Causе haunted men have rocky pillows And bеd down on the cold, cold ground Now my mother’s prayers can’t save me And my young dreams won’t come true So set the shroud it’s all to even Cause dying is all I’ve left to do Oh it’s windin’, windin’ roads a windin’ Home is getting far away Will I see my love come Springtime Or when I am old and grey