Cry Cry Darling
Pat Boone Lyrics


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After all 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 a blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags downstream
'Cause the life that they lived is dead

And the wind screams Mary

Will the wind ever remember?
The names it has blown in the past
And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
It whispers "no, this will be the last"





And the wind cries Mary

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of the song Cry Cry Darling, written by Pat Boone, consist of three verses, each with different, albeit related, themes. The first verse refers to the end of a circus or show, where the performers have retired for the night. Happiness, represented by imaginary footprints in red, is walking the streets while people are in their slumber. This innocuous description is juxtaposed against the sorrowful tone of the song, represented by the refrain “And the wind whispers Mary.” The repetition of this line creates a haunting, melancholic effect, as if the wind were delivering a message of distress.


The second verse is filled with imagery of brokenness and despair. A broom sweeps up “the broken pieces of yesterday’s life,” while a queen weeps and a king has no wife. These scenes paint a bleak picture of loss and heartbreak, with the line “the wind, it cries Mary” once again serving as the melancholic refrain.


The third verse is a reflection on the transience of life, represented by the ephemerality of a blue traffic light and the sagging of a tiny island downstream. The lyrics take on a darker tone as the wind “screams Mary” and questions whether it will remember the names of those it has “blown in the past.” The final line, “And the wind cries Mary,” is a somber conclusion that reflects the overall mood of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

After all jacks are in their boxes
Once the day is over and everything has been put away


And the clowns have all gone to bed
When the entertainers have finished their performances and retired for the night


You can hear happiness staggering on down the street
Sometimes, happiness is so overwhelming it knocks people off balance and is heard all around


Footprints dressed in red
Leaving a trail from someone who is wounded emotionally, possibly from love


And the wind whispers Mary
The wind which represents the power of nature speaks softly and comforts the heartbroken


A broom is drearily sweeping
Someone is resentfully cleaning up after a mess that was left behind


Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life
Cleaning up the remnants of the past and picking up the pieces


Somewhere a queen is weeping
Someone powerful is shedding tears for a painful loss


Somewhere a king has no wife
Someone powerful is lonely and without a partner


And the wind, it cries Mary
The power of nature feels the pain of the broken-hearted and cries out in sadness


The traffic lights they turn a blue tomorrow
The future may be bleak, colorless, and emotionless


And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The coldness of the future is being projected onto the present


The tiny island sags downstream
A small piece of land is slowly being washed away by life's struggles and tribulations


'Cause the life that they lived is dead
The past life which they once knew is no more, with little hope of it returning


And the wind screams Mary
The power of nature expresses its anger and frustration towards the pain and emptiness of the world


Will the wind ever remember?
Is nature so powerful that it can remember the events of the past?


The names it has blown in the past
Wondering if the power of nature has carried and kept record of the sorrows of the past


And with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom
The power of nature is aged, but it has learned much from its history


It whispers "no, this will be the last"
Nature has grown tired of the constant pain and is ready to end it all


And the wind cries Mary
Nature mourns the sorrow of the world and cries out in anguish for the pain that exists




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jimi Hendrix

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