Traditional



'Twas on one cold winty night

And the wind blew across the wild moor

As poor Mary came wandering home with her child

She stopped at her own father's door

Oh, father, dear father, she cried

Come down and open the door

Or the child in my arms will perish and die

From the winds that blow across the wild moor

But the father wasdeaf to her cry

Not a sound of her voice did he hear

Though 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 the came to the door the next morn

And found Mary dead, but the child still alive

Closely clasped in it's dead mother's arms

In anguish he tore his gray hair

And the tears down his cheeks they did pour

When he saw how that night she had perished and died

From the winds that blew across the wild moor

The old man with grief pined away

And the child to it's mother went soon

And no one they say has lived there to this day

And the cottage to ruin has gone

But the villagers point out the spot

Where the willows droop over the door

Saying there mary died once a gay village bride

From the winds that blew across the wild moor