wind whispers Mary A broom is drearily sweeping up the broken pieces of yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping Somewhere a king has no wife And the wind
is drearily sweeping Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life. Somewhere a Queen is weeping, Somewhere a King has no wife. And the wind cries Mary.
broom is drearily 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
is drearily 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
When the day is over and I've fed my kama When "...the wind cries Mary" ...Lingers on Feels like I'm walking in water anguished water With twisted emotions
few straight men Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies,gun and hope Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary Wanna be
Walking along beneath the lights of that miracle mile Me and Mary making our way into the night You can hear the cries from the carnival rides The pin
na na na na Panaflex Soloflex Genuflect Pope What the world needs now is babies, gun and hope Guardian angel dust in the wind cries Mary Wanna be
the wind Even the wind cries your name 'Cause even the wind Cries your name Even the wind Cries your name Cries your name Cries your name Cries your
broom is drearily 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
, But cries of anguish know no barriers. But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say. But sometimes we
broom is drearly sweeping of the broken pieces of yesterdays life Somewhere a queen is weeping somewhere a king has no wife and the wind it cries Mary
wide And the world's on it's side And time is running backwards And so is the bride Ring the bells st.peter Where the four winds blow Ring them bells
out the place Where the ivy grows over the door Saying there Mary died once a fair village bride From the winds that blew across the wild moor From the winds
wind..... Even the wind cries your name 'Cause even the wind cries your name 'Cause even the wind cries your name Cries your name.... Cries your name.... Cries
not get through, But cries of anguish know no barriers. But how long do we shout for? Denied the airwaves, we trust in the wind to carry what we say.