and the wind cries...

 "After all the jacks are in their boxes and the clowns have all gone to bed. You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, footprints dressed in red. And the 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 cries...

 The traffic lights, they turn blue tomorrow and shine their emptiness down on my bed. The tiny island sags down stream cause the life that lived is dead. And the wind screams mary. Will the wind ever remember the names it has blow in the past? And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom It whispers no, this will be the last. "

  Jimi H.

Comments

[P.F.J]

Are these words really from Jimmy H. ? I do ador them... Thanks a lot for that... Pierre

[dawn]

yes they are... very beautiful song