When they poured across the border,
I was cautioned to surrender.
This I could not do.
I took my gun and vanished.
I've changed my name so often.
I've given up my children,
but I've many friends.
And some of them are with me.
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing.
Through the graves the wind is blowing.
Freedom soon will come.
Then we'll come from the shadows.
An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret.
Then the soldiers came.
She died without a whisper.
There were three of us this morning.
I'm the only one this evening.
Still I must go on.
The tears are my prison.
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing.
Through the graves the wind is blowing.
Freedom soon will come.
Then we'll come from the shadows.
Through the graves the wind is blowing.
Freedom soon will come.
Then we'll come from the shadows.