Karaoké Wind Cries Mary Jamie Cullum

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 my 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 it sags downstream

'Cos the life that they lived is dead

And the wind screams Mary

Ooh ooh

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past?

With it's crutch it's old age it's wisdom

It whispers no this will be the last

And the wind cries Mary