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      Oh, how the old man must have felt   When he came to the door, the next mornin'   And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive   Closely grasping his dead mother's arms      In grief the old man passed away   And the child to it's mother went soon   And no one they say, 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