[Intro]
    


[Verse 1]
             
It was on one 

           
cold wintry ni

ght,
             
When the wind 

             
blew across th

       
e wild moor
             
when Mary came

 
 wandering
             
home with her 


child,
             
till she came 

             
to her own fat

      
her's door.


[Verse 2]
            
Father, dear F

          
ather she crie

d.
             
Come down and 

        
open the door,
             
or the child i

     
n my arms
             
will perish an

  
d die,
             
from the winds

             
 that blow acr

             
oss the wild m

oor.


[Verse 3]
            
Why did I leav

            
e this fair sp

ot
             
Where oncet I 

             
was happy and 


free
             
I am now doome

     
d to roam
             
Without friend

       
s or a home
             
And no one to 

            
take pity on m

e


[Interlode]
    


[Verse 4]
             
But her father

             
 was deaf to h

   
er cry,
             
not a sound of

             
 her voice did

    
 he hear,
             
so the watch d

       
og did howl,
             
and the villag

        
e bells tolled
             
and the winds 

             
blew across th

       
e wild moor.


[Verse 5]
             
Oh how the old

             
 man must have

 
 felt,
             
as he came to 

             
the door the n

    
ext morn,
             
and he found M

    
ary dead
             
but the child 

       
still alive,
             
closely graspi

             
ng his stiff m

        
other's arm.


[Verse 6]
             
In anguish he 

             
tore his grey 


hair
             
And the tears 

             
down his cheek

           
s they did pou

r
             
When he saw ho

       
w that night
             
She had perish

       
ed and died
             
From the windS

             
 that blew acr

             
oss the wild m

oor


[Interlude]
    


[Verse 7]
             
In grief the o

             
ld man pined a


way,
             
and the child 

             
to his mother 

     
went soon.
             
And no one the

  
y say
             
Has lived ther

          
e to this day,
             
And the cottag

             
e to ruin has 


gone.


[Verse 8]
             
But the villag

             
ers point out 

    
the spot,
             
where the will

             
ows grew over 

    
the door.
             
Saying there M

    
ary died,
             
once the gay v

       
illage bride,
             
from the wind 

             
that blew acro

            
ss the wild mo

or.