[ti:The Wind Cries Mary]
[ar:Jamie Cullum]
[al:Reprise! When Jazz Meets Pop]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:15.100] After all the jacks are in their boxes
[00:20.650] And the clowns have all gone to bed
[00:26.530] You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
[00:32.600] Footsteps dressed in red
[00:38.680] And the wind whispers mary
[00:48.720] A broom is drearily sweeping
[00:53.780] Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
[01:00.090] Somewhere a queen is weeping
[01:05.710] Somewhere a king has no wife
[01:11.890] And the wind, it cries mary
[01:54.170] The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow
[01:59.210] And shine their emptiness down on my bed
[02:05.170] The tiny island sags down stream
[02:11.030] cause the life that lived is,
[02:14.030] Is dead
[02:17.150] And the wind screams mary
[02:26.210] Uh-will the wind ever remember
[02:32.600] The names it has blow in the past?
[02:38.410] And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
[02:43.900] It whispers no, this will be the last
[02:50.570] And the wind cries mary