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 have 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 [bad word] 
then [bad word] from the shadows