Mary Of The Wild Moor

One cold winter night

The wind blew on the moor

Mary came wandering with her babe

Oh father she cried

Open up the door

Or my child will surely die

Oh why did I leave home

When once I was so free

Now doomed to roam without friends

But the old man couldn't hear

Her voice never reached his ear

And the wind blows on the wild moor

How the father felt

When he came to the door

With mary dead but the child still alive

Well he tore at his grey hair

And his tears they did pour

And the wind blows on the wild moor

The old man pined away

And the child died soon

No one has lived there to this day

And the willow weeps at the door

Where mary died a bride

And the wind blows on the wild moor