Mary Of The Wild Moor

Mary Of The Wild Moor - The Louvin Brothers

Written by：Traditional/Dennis Turner

It was on one cold winter night

When the wind blew across the wild moor

When Mary came wandering home with her child

Till she came to her own father's door

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

Why did I leave this fair spot

Where once I was happy and free

I am now tune to roam without friends or a home

And no one to take pity on me

But her father was deaf to her cry

Not a sound of her voice did he hear

So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled

And the wind blew across the wild moor

Oh how the old man must have felt

When he came to the door the next morning

And he found Mary dead but the child still alive

Closely grasping his dead mother's arms

In anger she tore his gray hair

And the tears down his cheeks they did pour

When he saw how that nit she had perished and died

From the wind that blew across the wild moor

In grief the old man passed away

And the child to it's mother went soon

And no one they say have lives there to this day

And the cottage to ruin has gone

But the villagers point out the spot

Where the willows grew over the door

Saying there Mary died once the gay village bride

From the wind that blow across the wild moor