The Wind Cries Mary
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โฑ๏ธ 4:12 duration
๐ ID: 1432449
๐ Lyrics
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
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"
The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that they lived is, is dead
And the wind screams "Mary"
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"
And the wind cries "Mary"
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering 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"
The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that they lived is, is dead
And the wind screams "Mary"
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"
And the wind cries "Mary"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:14.10] After all the jacks are in their boxes
[00:19.97] And the clowns have all gone to bed
[00:26.08] You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
[00:32.21] Footprints dressed in red
[00:38.57] And the wind whispers "Mary"
[00:44.41]
[00:47.70] A broom is drearily sweeping
[00:52.05] Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
[00:59.74] Somewhere a queen is weeping
[01:05.45] Somewhere a king has no wife
[01:11.77] And the wind, it cries "Mary"
[01:21.30]
[01:53.27] The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
[01:58.44] And shine their emptiness down on my bed
[02:04.77] The tiny island sags downstream
[02:10.97] 'Cause the life that they lived is, is dead
[02:16.68] And the wind screams "Mary"
[02:21.40]
[02:27.14] Will the wind ever remember
[02:32.23] The names it has blown in the past?
[02:37.58] And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
[02:43.56] It whispers "no, this will be the last"
[02:49.82] And the wind cries "Mary"
[02:54.57]
[00:19.97] And the clowns have all gone to bed
[00:26.08] You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
[00:32.21] Footprints dressed in red
[00:38.57] And the wind whispers "Mary"
[00:44.41]
[00:47.70] A broom is drearily sweeping
[00:52.05] Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
[00:59.74] Somewhere a queen is weeping
[01:05.45] Somewhere a king has no wife
[01:11.77] And the wind, it cries "Mary"
[01:21.30]
[01:53.27] The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
[01:58.44] And shine their emptiness down on my bed
[02:04.77] The tiny island sags downstream
[02:10.97] 'Cause the life that they lived is, is dead
[02:16.68] And the wind screams "Mary"
[02:21.40]
[02:27.14] Will the wind ever remember
[02:32.23] The names it has blown in the past?
[02:37.58] And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
[02:43.56] It whispers "no, this will be the last"
[02:49.82] And the wind cries "Mary"
[02:54.57]