Gary Moore
wind cries mary
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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 cries Mary.
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
Shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that they lived is dead.
And the wind screams Mary.
Oh oh yeah
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
With it's crutch, it's old age and it's wisdom
It whispers, No,
this
will
be
the
last.
And the wind cries Mary.
- Album:
- 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