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.
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.
