1967 tarihli hendrix güzelliği. özgün kayıdı 20 dk sürmüş. şarkının, hendrix'in şiddetli bir kavga sonrasında kız arkadaşına ithafen yazıldığı ya da "mary jane" olarak adlandırılan marijuanaya yazıldığına yönelik düşünceler mevcut.

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, uh, blue tomorrow
And shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
Cause the life that lived is, is dead

And the wind screams Mary

Uh-will the wind ever remember the names it has blow 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