And the CLOWNS HAVE ALL gone to bed
You can hear happiness STAGGERING on down the street
Footprints dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearly sweeping
Of the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind it cries Mary
THE TRAFFIC lights they a turn blue tomorrow
And shine the emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down the street
Cause the life that lives is dead
And the wind screams Mary.
Will the wind every remember
The names it has blown in the past
And with this crush it's old age and it's wisdom
It whisper no this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary.
After all the Jacks are in their boxes And the CLOWNS HAVE ALL gone to bed You can hear happiness STAGGERING on down the street Footprints dressed in red And the wind whispers Mary A broom is drearly sweeping Of the broken pieces of yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping Somewhere a king has no wife And the wind it cries Mary THE TRAFFIC lights they a turn blue tomorrow And shine the emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags down the street Cause the life that lives is dead And the wind screams Mary. Will the wind every remember The names it has blown in the past And with this crush it's old age and it's wisdom It whisper no this will be the last And the wind cries Mary. Explain Request ×
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