Xavier Rudd: "The Wind Cries Mary" Lyrics

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 

footsteps dressed in red 

And the wind whispers Mary 

A broom is drearily sweeping 

up the broken pieces of yesterdays life 

Somewhere a queen is weeping 

Somewhere a king has no wife 

And the wind, it cries Mary 

The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow 

and shine their emptiness down on my bed 

The tiny island sags down stream 

'cause the life that lived is, 

is dead 

And the wind screams Mary 

Uh-will the wind ever remember 

the names it has blow in the past? 

And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom 

it whispers no, this will be the last 

And the wind cries Mary