The Wind Cries Mary lyrics
by Jimi Hendrix
The Wind Cries Mary
Jimi Hendrix
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After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness standin' on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken peices of yesterday's 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 the emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sends downstream
Because the light that there was is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with it's crush,it's old age,it's it's wisdom
It whispers no,this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
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