'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