Letra de Wind Cries Mary
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 redAnd the wind whispers MaryA broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life Somewhere a Queen is weeping Somewhere a King has no wifeAnd the wind cries MaryThe traffic lights turn blue tomorrow Shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags downstream Because the life that they lived is deadAnd the wind screams MaryOh, oh yeahWill the wind ever remember The names it has blown in the past But it's crutch, it's old age and wisdom Whispers, "No, this will be the last"And the wind cries Mary