Eugenio Finardi - The Wind Cries Mary lyrics

(Jimi Hendrix) After all the Jacks are in their boxes And the clowns have all gone to bed You can hear happiness staggering on downstream Footprints dressed in red And the wind wind whispers Mary A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life Somewhere a queen is weeping Somewhere a king has no wife And the wind it cries Mary The traffic lights say turn blue tomorrow And shine the emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags downsteam 'Cause the life that lived there is dead And the wind wind screams Mary Will the wind ever remember The names it has blown in the past And with it's crutch, it's old age and it's wisdom But Jimi whispers: "No this will be the last!" And the wind wind cries Mary