Jimi Hendrix - Wind Cries Mary lyrics

After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed<br>You can hear happiness staggering on down the street<br>Footprints dressed in red and the wind whispers mary<br><br>A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterday's life<br>Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife<br>And the wind it cries mary<br><br>The traffic lights they turn of blue tomorrow<br>And shine their emptiness down on my bed<br>The tiny island sails downstream cause the life that lived is is dead<br>And the wind screams mary<br><br>Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown 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