InstrumentsVerse 1After All The Jacks Are In Their Boxes And The Clowns Have All Gone To BedYou Can Hear Happiness Staggering On Down The StreetFootprints Dressed In Red And The Wind Whispers "Mary"InstrumentsVerse 2A Broom Is Drearily Sweeping Up The Broken Pieces Of Yesterday's LifeSomewhere, A Queen Is WeepingSomewhere A King Has No Wife And The Wind, It Cries "Mary"InstrumentsVerse 3The Traffic Lights, They Turn Blue Tomorrow And Shine Their Emptiness Down On My BedThe Tiny Island Sags Downstream 'Cause The Life That Lived Is DeadAnd The Wind Screams "Mary"Verse 4Will The Wind Ever Remember The Names It Has Blown In The Past?And With This Crutch Its Old Age And Its WisdomIt Whispers, "No, This Will Be The Last"And The Wind Cries "Mary"Instruments
