The Wind Cries Mary

After all the Jacks are in their boxes

And the clowns have all gone to bed

You can hear happiness staggering on downstream

Footprints dressed in red

And the wind 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 it cries

Mary

The traffic lights say turn blue tomorrow

And shine the emptiness down on my bed

The tiny island sags downsteam

'Cause the life that lived there is dead

And the wind wind screams

Mary

Will the wind ever remember

The names it has blown in the past

And with it's crutch, it's old age and it's wisdom

But Jimi whispers: "No this will be the last!"

And the wind wind cries

Mary