Dolly Parton
Mary Of The Wild Moor
On a cold winty night as the winds blew across the wild moor
Poor Mary came wandering home with her child
Till she came at her own father's door
Papa oh papa 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 man was deaf to her cry not a sound of her voice did he hear
While the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled
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 yet alive
Clutched close to his dead mother's breast
Now the old man in grief pined away
And the day to it's mother went soon
And no one they say has lived there to this day
And the cottage is left to ruins
Now the villagers point out the place
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
From the winds that blew across the wild moor
From Letras Mania