It was on one cold and wintry night
When the wind blew across the wild moor
'Twas there Mary wandered alone with her child
Till she came to her own father's door

Why did I leave this fair spot
Where once I was happy and free?
For I'm now left alone in this cold world to roam
And nobody cares about me

Oh father take pity on me
Come down and open the door
For the child in my arms, he will perish and die
From the winds that blow across the wild moor

But the old man was deaf to her cries
Not a sound from her voice did hе hear
And the watchdog did howl and the villagе 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 morn
And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive
Still wrapped in her dead mother's arms

In grief the old man pined away
And the child to its mother went soon
And no one they say has lived there 'til this day
And the cottage to ruin has gone
But the villagers point out the spot
Where the willows droop over the door
Saying there Mary died once a gay village bride
From the wind that blew across the wild moor