The Wind's Blowin' Out - Lyrics


Words and Music by Ted Norstrom Copyright 2008 

Every year since I was a little boy, I couldn't wait for spring to come

I'd search out my ball and bat and dust off my old Cubbie hat

Every year since I was a little boy, I couldn't wait for spring to come

I'd pretend that I was in Wrigley Field with two outs in the bottom of the ninth

with a three and two count and three runners on and I was up to bat

And I'd fouled one off, And I'd follow another one off

And then I'd hit that ball with the sweetest swing and it'd rise up through the air

And the Wind's Blowin' Out, And the Wind's Blowin' Out, And the Wind's Blowin' Out

And its in the stands and it lands in the hands of a bleacher fan

And the Cubbies Win, And the Cubbies Win, And the Cubbies Win

Every year since I was a little boy, I couldn't wait to make that trip to Wrigley Field

We'd walk up to the gate and I still couldn't wait to walk up those stairs and see her sitting there

With the bricks and the ivya and the old score board and the flags would show that

the Wind's Blowin' Out, yeah the Wind's Blowin' Out, yeah the Wind's Blowin' Out

And the Cubbies Win, And the Cubbies Win, And the Cubbies Win

Every year since I was a little boy, I couldn't wait to make that trip to Wrigley Field