a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

robyn hitchcock - the wind cries mary (studio) lyrics

Loading...

after all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed
you can hear happiness slide 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 king is weeping
somewhere a queen has no wife
and the wind moans mary

the traffic lights, they’ll shine a blue tomorrow
and shine an emptiness down on my bed
the tiny island sags on downstream
’cause the life that was there 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

- robyn hitchcock lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...