The Wind Cries Mary 歌词

After all the jacks are in their boxes And the clowns have all gone to bed You can hear happiness staggering on downstreet Footprints dressed in red And the wind whispers mary A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping Somewhere a king has no wife And the wind, it cries mary The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags downstream 'Cause the life that they lived is, 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 won't be the last" And the wind, it cries mary