MY LYRICS
After all the jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness floating on downstream
Our footprints in the sand
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is eagerly sweeping
Up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary
The moonlight is all full tomorrow
Shines its Holy light down on my bed
An island's sacred, fresh mountain stream
for the life we live is in our heads
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names its blown over in the past
And with its power, its age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this won't be the last
And the wind cries Mary
*Karaoke Guitar Song
