The Wind Cries Mary-Jamie Cullum

[00:15.10]After all the jacks are in their boxes [00:20.65]And the clowns have all gone to bed [00:26.53]You can hear happiness staggering on down the street [00:32.60]Footsteps dressed in red [00:38.68]And the wind whispers mary [00:48.72]A broom is drearily sweeping [00:53.78]Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life [01:00.09]Somewhere a queen is weeping [01:05.71]Somewhere a king has no wife [01:11.89]And the wind, it cries mary [01:54.17]The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow [01:59.21]And shine their emptiness down on my bed [02:05.17]The tiny island sags down stream [02:11.03]cause the life that lived is, [02:14.03]Is dead [02:17.15]And the wind screams mary [02:26.21]Uh-will the wind ever remember [02:32.60]The names it has blow in the past? [02:38.41]And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom [02:43.90]It whispers no, this will be the last [02:50.57]And the wind cries mary