VerseCBbF
After all the jacks are in their boxes
CBbF
And the clowns have all gone to bed
CBbF
You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
GBbEbEF
Footsteps dressed in red
GBbEbEFEbEF
And the wind whispers Mary
VerseCBbFA broom is drearily sweeping
CBbF
Up the broken peices of yesterday's life
CBbF
Somewhere a queen is weeping
GBbEbEF
Somewhere a king has no wife
GBbEbEFEbEF
And the wind cries Mary
[Lead]
|: FEbBbAb :| 3x GBbDbFVerseCBbF
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
CBbF
And shine the emptyness down on my bed
CBbF
The tiny island sags downstream
GBbEbEF
Cause the life that lived is dead
GBbEbEFEbEF
And the wind screams Mary
VerseCBbF
Will the wind ever remember
CBbF
The names it has blown in the past
CBbF
With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
GBbEbEF
It whispers no, this will be the last
GBbEbEFEbEFEbEFEbEF
And the wind cries Mary
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.