Lyrics Windin' Road - Live - Harry Belafonte

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 too 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