歌曲名 The Wind Cries Mary (Live) 歌手名 Robyn Hitchcock

作词：Jimi Hendrix

作曲：佚名

After all the jacks are in their boxes

And the clowns have all gone to bed

You can hear happiness standing on down the street

Footprints dressed in red

And the wind whispers Mary

A broom is drearily sweeping

Up the broken pieces of yesterday life

Somewhere a queen is weeping

Somewhere a king has no wife

And the wind it cries Mary

The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow

And shine the emptiness down on my bed

The tiny island sags downstream

the life that lived is dead

And the wind howls Mary

Will the wind ever remember

The names it has blown in the past

Oh with its crutch its old age and its wisdom

It whispers no this will be the last

Saw the wind cries Mary