Jimi Hendrix - The Wind Cries Mary lyrics

After all the jacks are in their boxes<br>And the clowns have all gone to bed<br>You can hear happiness staggering on down the street<br>Footsteps dressed in red<br>And the wind whispers mary<br>A broom is drearily sweeping<br>Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life<br>Somewhere a queen is weeping<br>Somewhere a king has no wife<br>And the wind, it cries mary<br>The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow<br>And shine their emptiness down on my bed<br>The tiny island sags down stream<br>'cause the life that lived is,<br>Is dead<br>And the wind screams mary<br>Uh-will the wind ever remember<br>The names it has blow in the past? <br>And with this crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom<br>It whispers no, this will be the last<br>And the wind cries mary