The wind cries Mary

AAfter all the Asbjacks are in their Dboxes

Aand the clowns have Asball gone to Dbed

Ayou can hear happines Asbstaggering on Ddown the street

EFootsteps Asbdressed in redC#b C# D

EAnd the Asbwind whispers C#bMaryC# D C#b C# D

AA broom is Asbdrearily Dsweeping

AUp the broken peices of Asbyesterday's Dlife

ASomwhere a Asbqueen is Dweeping

ASomewhere a Asbking has no C#bwifeC# D

EAnd the wind cries C#bMaryC# D C#b C# D

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AThe traffic lights turn Asbblue Dtommorow

AAnd shine the emptyness Asbdown on my Dbed

AThe tiny island Asbsags Ddownstreem

ECause the life that Asblived is C#bdeadC# D

EAnd the wind Asbscreams C#bMeryC# D C#b C# D

AWill the wind Asbever Dremember

AThe names it has Asbblown in the Dpast

AWith its crutch,its old Asbage,and its Dwisdom

EIt whispers no,this will Asbbe the C#blastC# D

EAnd the wind Asbcries C#bMaryC# D C#b C# D C#b C# D C#b C# D C#b C# D