Eb
E
F
Eb
E
F
C
Bb
F
After all the jacks are in their boxes
C
Bb
F
And the clowns have all gone to bed
C
You can hear happiness
Bb
F
staggering on down the street
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
Footsteps dressed in red
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
Eb
E
F
And the wind whispers Mar y
C
Bb
F
A broom is drearily sweeping
C
Bb
F
Up the broken peices of yesterday’s life
C
Bb
F
Somewhere a queen is weeping
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
Somewhere a king has no wif e
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
Eb
E
F
And the wind cries Mar y
C
Bb
F
The traffic lights turn blue tomorrow
C
Bb
F
And shine the emptyness down on my bed
C
Bb
F
The tiny island sags downstream
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
Cause the life that lived is dea d
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
Eb
E
F
And the wind screams Mar y
C
Bb
F
Will the wind ever remember
C
Bb
F
The names it has blown in the past
C
Bb
F
With its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
It whispers no, this will be the las t
G
Bb
Eb
E
F
And the wind cries Mar y
Eb
E
F
Eb
E
F
Eb
E
F
Eb
E
C
F
Bb
G
