Song | The Wind Cries Mary |
Artist | Jimi Hendrix |
Album | The Boat That Rocked (Movie Soundtrack) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:14.799] | After all the jacks are in their boxes |
[00:20.349] | And the clowns have all gone to bed |
[00:26.230] | You can hear happiness staggering on down the street |
[00:32.300] | Footsteps dressed in red |
[00:38.380] | And the wind whispers mary |
[00:48.420] | A broom is drearily sweeping |
[00:53.480] | Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life |
[01:00.600] | Somewhere a queen is weeping |
[01:05.410] | Somewhere a king has no wife |
[01:11.590] | And the wind, it cries mary |
[01:53.870] | The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow |
[01:58.910] | And shine their emptiness down on my bed |
[02:04.870] | The tiny island sags down stream |
[02:11.0] | cause the life that lived is, |
[02:14.0] | Is dead |
[02:16.850] | And the wind screams mary |
[02:25.910] | Uh-will the wind ever remember |
[02:32.299] | The names it has blow in the past? |
[02:38.109] | And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom |
[02:43.600] | It whispers no, this will be the last |
[02:50.269] | And the wind cries mary |
[00:14.799] | After all the jacks are in their boxes |
[00:20.349] | And the clowns have all gone to bed |
[00:26.230] | You can hear happiness staggering on down the street |
[00:32.300] | Footsteps dressed in red |
[00:38.380] | And the wind whispers mary |
[00:48.420] | A broom is drearily sweeping |
[00:53.480] | Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life |
[01:00.600] | Somewhere a queen is weeping |
[01:05.410] | Somewhere a king has no wife |
[01:11.590] | And the wind, it cries mary |
[01:53.870] | The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow |
[01:58.910] | And shine their emptiness down on my bed |
[02:04.870] | The tiny island sags down stream |
[02:11.0] | cause the life that lived is, |
[02:14.0] | Is dead |
[02:16.850] | And the wind screams mary |
[02:25.910] | Uhwill the wind ever remember |
[02:32.299] | The names it has blow in the past? |
[02:38.109] | And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom |
[02:43.600] | It whispers no, this will be the last |
[02:50.269] | And the wind cries mary |
[00:14.799] | After all the jacks are in their boxes |
[00:20.349] | And the clowns have all gone to bed |
[00:26.230] | You can hear happiness staggering on down the street |
[00:32.300] | Footsteps dressed in red |
[00:38.380] | And the wind whispers mary |
[00:48.420] | A broom is drearily sweeping |
[00:53.480] | Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life |
[01:00.600] | Somewhere a queen is weeping |
[01:05.410] | Somewhere a king has no wife |
[01:11.590] | And the wind, it cries mary |
[01:53.870] | The traffic lights, they turn, uh, blue tomorrow |
[01:58.910] | And shine their emptiness down on my bed |
[02:04.870] | The tiny island sags down stream |
[02:11.0] | cause the life that lived is, |
[02:14.0] | Is dead |
[02:16.850] | And the wind screams mary |
[02:25.910] | Uhwill the wind ever remember |
[02:32.299] | The names it has blow in the past? |
[02:38.109] | And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom |
[02:43.600] | It whispers no, this will be the last |
[02:50.269] | And the wind cries mary |