The Wind Cries Mary Pat Boone

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
And the wind whispers Mary

[Verse 2]
Her broom is drearily sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife

[Hook]
And the wind it cries Mary

[Verse 3]
The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags on downstream
Cause the life they lived is dead

[Hook]
And the wind screams Mary