these are the right lyrics if anyone was wondering
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 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
And shine the emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause 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
With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers, "No this will be the last"
And the wind cries Mary
these are the right lyrics if anyone was wondering 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 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 And shine the emptiness down on my bed The tiny island sags downstream 'Cause 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 With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom It whispers, "No this will be the last" And the wind cries Mary