[Verse 1]
              
After all the 

           
jacks are all 

             
up in their bo

    
xes
             
And the clowns

            
 have all gone

        
 to bed
            
You can hear h

             
appiness stagg

             
ering down the

     
 street
             
Oh, the footpr

              
ints are all d

           
ressed in red
            
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, she is we

  
eping
            
Somewhere, a k

          
ing has no wif

 
e
             
And the wind, 

                   
it cries Mary


[Instrumental]

      

      

      

           

        x2

    


[Verse 3]
             
The traffic li

            
ghts, they tur

            
n blue tomorro

  
w
             
Shine their em

              
ptiness right 

           
down upon my b

    
ed
            
And the tiny i

             
sland sags on 

     
downstream
             
All the life o

            
nce lived is n

    
ow dead
            
And the wind s

                 
creams Mary


[Verse 4]
             
Will the wind 

            
ever remember
             
The names it h

            
as blown in th

          
e past?
             
With its crutc

            
h, and its old

             
 age, and its 

    
wisdom
             
Oh, it whisper

            
s no, this wil

          
l be the last
            
And the wind c

                             
ries Mary