It reached no. 6 in the UK Charts and it is ranked number 379 on Rolling Stone 's list of the 500 greatest songs of all time.
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 yesterday’s life. Somewhere a queen is weeping. Somewhere a king has no wife. And the wind, it cries Mary.
The traffic lights they turn up 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 his crutch, it’s old age, and it's wisdom. It whispers no, this will be the last. And the wind cries Mary.