[00:05.000]The wind cries Mary-Jimi Hendrix[00:14.100]After all the jacks are in their boxes.[00:19.600]And the clowns have all gone 2 bed.[00:25.250]U can hear happiness staggering on down the street.[00:31.770]Footsteps dressed in red.[00:37.270]And the wind whispers Mary.[00:46.000][00:47.210]A broom is drearily sweeping.[00:52.190]Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life.[00:58.410]Somewhere a queen is weeping.[01:04.010]Somewhere a king has no wife.[01:09.970]And the wind,it cries Mary.[01:18.000][01:48.000][01:51.260]The traffic lights,they turn,Uh,blue tomorrow.[01:56.330]And shine their emptiness down on my bed.[02:02.170]The tiny island sags down stream.[02:07.940]Cause the life that lived is,is dead.[02:13.940]And the wind screams Mary.[02:20.000][02:24.010]Uh-will the wind ever remember.[02:29.060]The names it has blow in the past ?[02:34.760]And with this crutch,its old age,& its wisdom.[02:40.200]It whispers no,this will be the last.[02:46.710]And the wind cries Mary.