Mary Of The Wild Moor - Lyrics - Sara Evans

Title: Mary Of The Wild Moor
Artist: Sara Evans
Composer(s): Traditional Chris (Arr) Farren

Lyric:
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

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

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

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Mary Of The Wild Moor - Lyrics - American 3: Solitary Man - Johnny Cash

Title: Mary Of The Wild Moor
Album: American 3: Solitary Man
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Turne

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Lyric:
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

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