The wind cries Mary

DAfter all the C#bjacks are in their Gboxes

Dand the clowns have C#ball gone to Gbed

Dyou can hear happines C#bstaggering on Gdown the street

AFootsteps C#bdressed in redF#b F# G

AAnd the C#bwind whispers F#bMaryF# G F#b F# G

DA broom is C#bdrearily Gsweeping

DUp the broken peices of C#byesterday's Glife

DSomwhere a C#bqueen is Gweeping

DSomewhere a C#bking has no F#bwifeF# G

AAnd the wind cries F#bMaryF# G F#b F# G

LEAD|:F Eb Hb Ab:|3x G Hb Db F

DThe traffic lights turn C#bblue Gtommorow

DAnd shine the emptyness C#bdown on my Gbed

DThe tiny island C#bsags Gdownstreem

ACause the life that C#blived is F#bdeadF# G

AAnd the wind C#bscreams F#bMeryF# G F#b F# G

DWill the wind C#bever Gremember

DThe names it has C#bblown in the Gpast

DWith its crutch,its old C#bage,and its Gwisdom

AIt whispers no,this will C#bbe the F#blastF# G

AAnd the wind C#bcries F#bMaryF# G F#b F# G F#b F# G F#b F# G F#b F# G