The Son Of The Wind

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