To celebrate Jimi Hendrix (born 27th November 1942) I have created an image only mind map of his song “The Wind Cries Mary”.
Four branches capture each verse; here are the lyrics:
After all the Jacks are in their boxes
And the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staring 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 the emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sails 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
Lyrics © Jimi Hendrix (1968)
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