[00:05.000]The wind cries Mary-Jimi Hendrix
[00:14.100]Atter all the jacks are in their boxes.
[00:19.600]And the clowns have all gone 2 bed.
[00:25.250]U can hear happiness staggering on down the street.
[00:31.770]Footsteps dressed in red.
[00:37.270]And the wind whispers Mary.
[00:46.000]
[00:47.210]A broom is drearily sweeping.
[00:52.190]Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life.
[00:58.410]Somewhere a queen is weeping.
[01:04.010]Somewhere a king has no wife.
[01:09.970]And the wind,it cries Mary.
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[01:48.000]
[01:51.260]The traffic lights,they turn,Uh,blue tomorrow.
[01:56.330]And shine their emptiness down on my bed.
[02:02.170]The tiny island sags down stream.
[02:07.940]Cause the life that lived is,is dead.
[02:13.940]And the wind screams Mary.
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[02:24.010]Uh-will the wind ever remember.
[02:29.060]The names it has blow in the past ?
[02:34.760]And with this crutch,its old age,& its wisdom.
[02:40.200]It whispers no,this will be the last.
[02:46.710]And the wind cries Mary.