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