Lyrics Wind Cries Mary - Caron Wheeler

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 down the street
Footprints dressed in red
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
Blow lover never wanna hear you cry
And the wind cries Mary
Blow lover never wanna hear you cry
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
Shining their emptiness down on my bed
Oh yes they do
A tiny island sags downstream
Because the life that was lived is dead
Will the wind ever remember
The name it has blown in the past?
And with his crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It screams no, this will be the last
Ohh show them what you got
Somewhere a queen is weeping
A king has no wife, Mary