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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 dress in red.
And the 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 they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed,
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cos the life that they lived is dead.
And the wind screams Mary.
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past,
And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers, No,
this
will
be
the
last.
And The Wind Cries Mary.
- Álbum:
- Blues for Jimi
- Looking At You
- Bad For You Baby
- Close As You Get
- Wild Frontier
- Miscellaneous
- Blues For Greeny
- After The War
- Back To The Blues
- Back On The Streets
- Dark Days In Paradise
- Still Got The Blues
- Scars
- Corridors Of Power
- Live At Montreux: Essential Montreux 1990
- Parisienne Walkways: Best Of Gary Moore
- "Essential Montreux" Live at Montreux 1990
- "Essential Montreux" Live at Montreux 1995
- "Essential Montreux" Live at Montreux 1997
- "Essential Montreux" Live at Montreux 1999