The Wind Cries Mary (Live)
๐ต 699 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:12 duration
๐ ID: 9441693
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 up blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, it's old age, and it's 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 up blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with his crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:03.26] After all the jacks are in their boxes
[01:09.87] And the clowns have all gone to bed
[01:15.25] You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
[01:21.81] Footprints dressed in red
[01:27.57] And the wind whispers Mary
[01:37.62] A broom is drearily sweeping
[01:42.59] Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
[01:48.23] Somewhere a queen is weeping
[01:54.12] Somewhere a king has no wife
[02:00.97] And the wind, it cries Mary
[02:42.49] The traffic lights they turn up blue tomorrow
[02:47.20] And shine their emptiness down on my bed
[02:53.11] The tiny island sags downstream
[02:59.02] 'Cause the life that lived is, is dead
[03:04.72] And the wind screams Mary
[03:14.90] Will the wind ever remember
[03:19.59] The names it has blown in the past
[03:25.16] And with his crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom
[03:31.16] It whispers no, this will be the last
[03:37.34] And the wind cries Mary
[04:10.31]
[01:09.87] And the clowns have all gone to bed
[01:15.25] You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
[01:21.81] Footprints dressed in red
[01:27.57] And the wind whispers Mary
[01:37.62] A broom is drearily sweeping
[01:42.59] Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
[01:48.23] Somewhere a queen is weeping
[01:54.12] Somewhere a king has no wife
[02:00.97] And the wind, it cries Mary
[02:42.49] The traffic lights they turn up blue tomorrow
[02:47.20] And shine their emptiness down on my bed
[02:53.11] The tiny island sags downstream
[02:59.02] 'Cause the life that lived is, is dead
[03:04.72] And the wind screams Mary
[03:14.90] Will the wind ever remember
[03:19.59] The names it has blown in the past
[03:25.16] And with his crutch, it's old age, and it's wisdom
[03:31.16] It whispers no, this will be the last
[03:37.34] And the wind cries Mary
[04:10.31]