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   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   Guitar:                    Oh how the old man must have felt as he came to the door the next morn and he found Mary dead but the child still alive closely grasping his dead mother’s arm   In grief the old man passed away and the child to his mother once swooned   And no one they say lives there to this day And the cottage to ruin has gone   Guitar 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 blew across the wild moor