"The Wind Cries Mary"  as recorded by
Jimi Hendrix

After all the jacks are in the boxes  And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street  
Footprints dressed 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  It cries Mary

LEAD

The traffic lights  They turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island stays downstream  Cause the life that lived is  Is dead
And the wind screams  Mary

Will the wind ever remember  The names it has flown in the past
And with this crutch  It's old age   And it's wisdom  
It whispers  No This will be the last
And the wind cries  Mary

--Scribe


