Jamie Cullum - Wind Cries Mary lyrics

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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 cries Mary.

The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow

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.

Oh oh yeah

Will the wind ever remember

The names it has blown in the past

With this crutch, its old age and its wisdom

It whispers, "No, this will be the last."

And the wind cries Mary.