Award-winning singer-songwriter John Jenkins returns with Cruel Wind, the captivating first single from his forthcoming album Restless Hearts. Following the widespread critical acclaim of Tuebrook (2023) and the deeply moving six-track EP Weary (2024), Jenkins once again delivers a masterclass in storytelling and musical craftsmanship.
Set for release on all digital platforms on May 30th, 2025, Cruel Wind offers a haunting yet beautifully layered introduction to Restless Hearts—an album that promises to be one of Jenkins’s most profound and emotionally stirring works yet.
Restless Hearts will be available as both a physical and digital CD from July 4th, 2025, featuring 12 original compositions that explore themes of love, loss, faith, and the fleeting nature of time. A carefully curated ensemble of A-list musicians enriches the album’s soundscape, including Mikey Kenney (fiddle), Scott Poley (dobro/pedal steel), Chris Howard (piano), Phil Chisnall (resonator guitar), Pippa Murdie (mandolin, cello, and backing vocals), and Jon Lawton (various guitars and bass).
With poetic lyricism and evocative melodies, Jenkins’s latest work is a delicate yet powerful reflection on the human experience—celebrating the freedom found in connection, community, and the stories that bind us together.
Lyrics
CRUEL WIND
I’ve got the world on my shoulders
I do not seem to fit in it no-more
I’ve got legs made of water
And I’m struggling to find my way to the shore
When the train pulled out of sight
I knew I had lost my best friend
I wounded her too often
too late to even comprehend
CRUEL WIND, BLOWING OVER ME
TOO LATE TO SHELTER FROM THE BREEZE
She took her sadness with her
But I still feel it all the time
Once the guardian of her secrets
I wish that I had treated her more kind
CRUEL WIND, BLOWING OVER ME
TOO LATE TO SHELTER FROM THE BREEZE
The Moonlight was her make up
That night she looked with me with trusting eyes
And she had looked 10 years younger
When she laughed and when she smiled
CRUEL WIND, BLOWING OVER ME
TOO LATE TO SHELTER FROM THE BREEZE
Cobwebs on the window
The curtains stay drawn
And I feel less than nothing
And each day I’m feel it more and more
CRUEL WIND, BLOWING OVER ME
TOO LATE TO SHELTER FROM THE BREEZE
CRUEL WIND, BLOWING OVER ME
TOO LATE TO SHELTER FROM THE BREEZE