Mary Of The Wild Moor

It was on one cold winter's night
When the wind blew across the wild moor
When Mary came wand'ring with a child in her arms
Til' she came to her own father's door.
Father dear, father, she cried
Come down and open the door
Or this child in my arms, will perish and die
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.

But the father was deaf to her cry
Not the sound of her voice, did he hear
So the watch dogs did howl
and the village bells tolled
And the winds blew across the wild moor.

Oh, how the old man must have felt
When he came to the door, the next morn'
And found Mary dead, but the child still alive
Closly grasped in it's dead mother's arms.

In grieved the old man, passed away
And the child, to it's mother, went soon
And no one they say, lives there to this day
And the cut each, to ruin, has gone.

But the villagers point out the spot
Where the willows grew over the door
Sayin' there mary died, once a sweet village bride
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.