You were born by the rolling ocean;
I was born in the mountains green.
Sing to the wind and the wind will tell you
All of the things the wind has seen.
Listen to the tin can highway hummin';
Listen to the plow in the new green ground.
Hear the sound of a freight train comin'.
There could be a place you never have found.
Listen to the sound,; listen to the sound;
Listen to the tune that the wind brought down.
Listen to the old-time sound of the fiddle
Telling of the place you never have found.
verse 2
We were born by different highways;
That's the difference in our ways.
You can hear a sound of far off places
Echoes of a song in other days.
You were born by the rolling ocean
I was born in the mountains green.
Sing to the wind and the wind will tell you
All of the things you never have seen.
Listen to the sound,; listen to the sound;
Listen to the tune that the wind brought down.
Listen to the old-time sound of the fiddle
Telling of the place you never have found.