[Intro]

   4x

[Verse 1]

             
After all the 

            
jacks are in t

     
heir boxes
             
And the clowns

            
 have all gone

        
 to bed
            
You can hear h

             
appiness stagg

      
ering on down 

the street
             
Footprints dre

     
ss in red

  

[Chorus]

            
And the wind w

         
hispers Mary

[Verse 2]

           
A broom is dre

      
arily sweeping
             
Up the broken 

            
pieces of yest

        
erday's life
            
Somewhere a Qu

       
een is weeping
             
Somewhere a Ki

               
ng has no wife

[Chorus]

           
And the wind c

       
ries Mary

[Verse 3]

             
The traffic li

            
ghts turn blue

 
 tomorrow
             
Shine their em

            
ptiness down o

     
n my bed
             
The tiny islan

          
d that sags do

wnstream
             
'Cos the life 

            
that they live

         
d is dead

[Chorus]

            
And the wind s

        
creams Mary

[Guitar Solo]

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[Verse 4]

           
Will the wind 

     
ever remember?
            
The names it h

             
as blown in th

 
e past
             
With this crut

            
ch, it's old a

      
ge it's wisdom
             
It whispers, "

            
No, this will 

         
be the last."

[Chorus]
            
And the wind c

      
ries Mary!