Taylor Dayne
Taylor Dayne - The Wind Cries Mary songtekst
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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 dressed in red And the wind it 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 Will the wind ever remember The names it has blown in the past? And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom It whispers, "No, this won't be the last" The traffic lights they turn up blue tomorrow And shine their emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags on downstream 'Cos the life that they lived now is dead And the wind it screams Mary Will the wind ever remember All the names it has blown in the past? And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom It whispers, "No, this won't be the last" And the wind it cries Mary And the wind it whispered Mary