The Son Of The Wind - Ricky Warwick

Tazio ripped that road up

So bad some round here say

The blow he dealt was fatal

When the ravens wheeled away

My kin folk watched him do it

From the hedgerow and the wall

Red and gleaming silver

Born with the siren’s call

Finger on the trigger

Pedal to the floor

My window showed his movie

In the years before the war

The son of the wind

The son of the wind

The son of the wind

Five hundred thousand people

Awe etched on every face

On a summer’s morning

To see Il Maestro race

One day a year the world came

Outside that Central Bar

The church of Nuvolari

The Italian and the car

Finger on the trigger

Pedal to the floor

My window showed his movie

In the years before the war

The son of the wind

The son of the wind

The son of the wind

Twice he came and won

Face caked in blood and oil

Guts and nerve made Spartans

Grace and honest toil

Novulari’s Alfa

Still roars inside my brain

On days when this old track

Is cold and wet with rain

Finger on the trigger

Pedal to the floor

Finger on the trigger

Pedal to the floor

My window showed his movie

In the years before the war

The son of the wind

The son of the wind

The son of the wind

The son of the wind

The son of the

Wind