Letra de The Wind Cries Mary - Live
Jack Broadbent
The Wind Cries Mary - Live
Jack Broadbent
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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 streetFootprints 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
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine it's emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags upon downstream
′Cause the life they lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering on down streetFootprints 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
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine it's emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags upon downstream
′Cause the life they lived is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
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