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
there were three of us this morning
i'm the only one this evening
but i must go on
the frontiers are my prison
an old woman gave us shelter
kept us hidden in the garret
then the soldiers came
she died without a whisper
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
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