Gary Moore - The Wind Cries Mary lyrics
[Gary Moore - The Wind Cries Mary 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 dress 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 blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this 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 dress 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 blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this crutch
It's old age and it's wisdom
It whispers, "No, this will be the last"
And the wind cries Mary