Wind Cries Mary
After all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed,
you can hear happiness staggerin' 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 it cries Mary
(solo)
The traffic lights they turn uh blue tommorow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'cause the life that lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Uh, will the wind ever remember
the names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
'It whispers no. This will be the last.
And the wind cries Mary
Words and music by Jimi Hendrix (and Pixound)