'The Wind Cries Mary'
by Jimi Hendrix

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
And somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind cries "Mary"

The traffic light said turn on blue tomorrow
And shine the emptiness down on my head
The tiny island sags downstream
Cause the life that lived is dead
And the wind screams "Mary"

Will the wind ever remember
The names it has blown in the past
With his crutch, his old age, and his wisdom
He whispers knowing this will be the last
And the wind cries "Mary"

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The best Hendrix song with no contest if you ask me. I've always loved it and always will.

Read the last stanza and tell me that isn't touching and beautiful! Plus I can easily recall feeling those feelings only not with anyone named Mary.

-=The Prynce