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After all jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind cries Mary
The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that they lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"
And the wind cries Mary
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind cries Mary
The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that they lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"
And the wind cries Mary
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Track duration: 03:20
"Wind Cries Mary" as written by Andrew Cocup, Tom Findlay, Francis Dominic Michael Nicola Rossi, Bob Young, William Hughes, Melvin Adams, Brian Scott, Ron Wilson, Wallace Whigfield Wilson
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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