When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender, This I could not do ; I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often, I've lost my wife and children But I have many friends, And some of them are with me.

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 But I must go on ; The frontiers 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.

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.