DC
After all the jacks are in their boxes
DC
And the clowns have all gone to bed
DCG
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
DCG
Footprints dressed in red
AGEmAm
And the wind whispers Mary
DC
A broom is drearily sweeping
DC
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
DC
Somewhere a queen is weeping
DCG
Somewhere a king has no wife
AGEmAm
And the wind It cries Mary
DC
The traffic lights They turn of blue tomorrow
DC
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
DCG
The tiny island sails on downstream
DCG
Cause the life that lived is dead
AGEmAm
And the wind screams Mary
DC
Will the wind ever remember
DC
The names it has blown in the past
DCG
And with this crush It's old age And it's wisdom
DCG
It whispers No This will be the last