Wind cries mary (live #2)

Wind cries mary (live #2) Lyrics

After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggerin' on down the street
Footprints dressed in red

A broom is drearily sweepin'
The broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weepin'
Somewhere a king has no wife

And the wind cries Mary

The traffic lights will turn blue tomorrow
And shine emptiness down, down on my bed
A tiny island sags on down the stream
Cause the life it lived is dead

And the wind cries Mary
And the wind cries Mary

Will the wind ever remember
The names that it's blown in the past?
With it's crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom
Whispers no, this won't be the last

And the wind cries Mary
And the wind cries Mary