[Intro]
                        

[Verse 1]
             
  After all th

             
e jacks are in

         
 their boxes
             
And the clowns

             
 have all gone

      
 to bed
             
You can hear h

           
appiness    st

            
aggering on do

wn the street
            
Footprints dre

                       
ssed in red 
            
And the wind w

                  
hispers Mary

[Verse 2]
            
  A broom is d

            
rearily sweepi

ng
             
Up the broken 

             
pieces of yest

         
erday's life
          
Somewhere a  q

             
ueen is weepin

  
g 
            
Somewhere a ki

             
ng has no wife
             
And the wind i

                 
t cries Mary

[Verse 3]
             
  The traffic 

             
lights they tu

            
rn a blue tomo

rrow
             
And shine thei

             
r emptiness do

         
wn on my bed
             
The tiny islan

           
d   sails down


stream 
             
Cause the life

              
 that lived is

           
, is dead
            
And the wind s

                
creams Mary

[Verse 4]
            
  Will the win

         
d ever remembe

r
             
The names it h

             
as blown in th

   
e past
             
And with its c

            
rutch, its old

            
 age and its w

isdom
              
It whispers, "

             
No, this will 

             
be the last"
            
And the wind c

               
ries Mary

[Ending]