The wind cries Mary
1.
After
all the jacks are in their boxes,
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and the clowns have all gone to bed.
C Bb F
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street.
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E F G
Bb Eb-E-F Eb-E-F
Footsteps dressed in red. And
the wind whispers Mary.
2.
A
broom is drearily sweeping
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up the broken pieces of yesterday's life.
C Bb F G
Bb Eb-E-F
Somewhere a queen is weeping, somewhere a king has no wife.
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Eb-E-F Eb-E-F
And the wind it cries Mary.
3.
The
traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow,
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And shine the emptiness down on my bed.
C Bb F G Bb Eb-E-F
The tiny island sags downstream,`cause the
life that lived is dead.
G Bb
Eb –E-F Eb-E-F
And the wind screams Mary.
3. Will the wind ever remember the names it
has blown in the past.
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With its crutch, its old age, and its
wisdom.
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-E- F G Bb
Eb–E-F
It whispers no, this will be the last. And the wind cries Mary.