Mary Of The Wild Moor Lyrics - Sara Evans

(Joseph W. Turner) 

from Songcatcher soundtrack 

On a cold winter's night 

As the winds blew across the wild moor 

Poor Mary came wandering home with her child 

'Til she came to 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 

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But the old man was deaf to her cries 

And not a sound of her voice did he hear 

While the watchdog did howl 

And the village bell 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 he 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 babe to its mother went soon 

And no one they say 

Has lived there to this day 

And the cottage is left to ruin 

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Now the villagers point out the place 

Where the ivy grows over the door 

Saying there Mary died 

Once a fair village bride 

From the winds that blew across the wild moor 

From the winds that blew across the wild moor