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 A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping Somewhere a king has no wife And the wind cries Mary
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow and shine their emptiness down, down on my bed The tiny island sags downstream 'cause the life that lived is, is dead And the wind cries Mary And the wind cries Mary
Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom it whispers "no, this won't be the last" And the wind cries Mary And the wind cries Mary
Compositor: James Marshall Hendrix (Jimi Hendrix) (ASCAP)Editor: Bella-godiva-music Inc (ASCAP)Publicado em 2010 (29/Mar) e lançado em 2001 (11/Set)ECAD verificado obra #3203899 e fonograma #1733319 em 14/Mai/2024