Mary Of The Wild Moor (Pajo David)

One cold winter night The wind blew on the moor Mary came wandering with her babe Oh father she cried Open up the door Or my child will surely die Oh why did I leave home When once I was so free Now doomed to roam without friends But the old man couldn't hear Her voice never reached his ear And the wind blows on the wild moor How the father felt When he came to the door With mary dead but the child still alive Well he tore at his grey hair And his tears they did pour And the wind blows on the wild moor The old man pined away And the child died soon No one has lived there to this day And the willow weeps at the door Where mary died a bride And the wind blows on the wild moor