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 [bad word] 
Then [bad word] from the shadows.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
Freedom soon [bad word] 
Then [bad word] from the shadows.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
Through the graves the wind is blowing,
Freedom soon [bad word] 
Then [bad word] from the shadows.