歌词
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
Footsteps 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 it cries Mary
The traffic-lights, they turn blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
It whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries mary
专辑信息
2.Fire
5.Hey Joe
12.Tuning
13.Fire
14.Hey Joe
16.Red House
18.Purple Haze
20.Purple Haze
21.Fire
22.Lover Man
24.Foxy Lady
25.Purple Haze
27.Stone Free
31.Red House
34.Fire
35.Little Wing