The Wild Cries Mary
 

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The Wild Cries Mary


After all the jacks are in this 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 yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries Mary
The traffic lights they turn 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
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