[ti:The Wind Cries Mary]
[ar:Jimi HendriX]
[00:16.451]After  all  the  jacks  are  in  their  boxes
[00:20.129]And  the  clowns  have  all  gone  to  bed
[00:26.32]You  can  hear  happiness  staggering  on  down  the  street
[00:32.692]Footsteps  dressed  in  red
[00:38.844]And  the  wind  whispers  mary
[00:48.276]A  broom  is  drearily  sweeping
[00:53.320]Up  the  broken  pieces  of  yesterdays  life
[00:59.780]Somewhere  a  queen  is  weeping
[01:05.778]Somewhere  a  king  has  no  wife
[01:11.884]And  the  wind  it  cries  mary
[01:53.785]The  traffic  lights  they  turn  uh  blue  tomorrow
[01:58.683]And  shine  their  emptiness  down  on  my  bed
[02:04.683]The  tiny  island  sags  down  stream
[02:10.882]Cause  the  life  that  lived  is
[02:13.406]Is  dead
[02:16.946]And  the  wind  screams  mary
[02:27.138]Uh  will  the  wind  ever  remember
[02:32.250]The  names  it  has  blow  in  the  past
[02:38.298]And  with  this  crutch  its  old  age  and  its  wisdom
[02:43.446]It  whispers  no  this  will  be  the  last
[02:50.46]And  the  wind  cries  mary