Mary of the Wild Moor
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โฑ๏ธ 2:31 duration
๐ ID: 1408650
๐ Lyrics
It was on one cold winter night
When the wind blew across the wild moor
When Mary came wandering home with a child
'Til 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 a voice did he hear
So the watchdog 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 morn'
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 his 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"
When the wind blew across the wild moor
When Mary came wandering home with a child
'Til 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 a voice did he hear
So the watchdog 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 morn'
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 his 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"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.70] It was on one cold winter night
[00:13.81] When the wind blew across the wild moor
[00:18.40] When Mary came wandering home with a child
[00:23.12] 'Til she came to her own father's door
[00:27.99] "Father, dear father", she cried
[00:32.16] "Come down and open the door
[00:36.72] Or the child in my arms will perish and die
[00:41.24] From the winds that blow across the wild moor"
[00:45.95] But her father was deaf to her cry
[00:49.91] Not a sound of a voice did he hear
[00:54.42] So the watchdog did howl and the village bells tolled
[00:58.95] And the wind blew across the wild moor
[01:12.51] Oh, how the old man must have felt
[01:17.25] When he came to the door the next morn'
[01:21.73] And he found Mary dead but the child still alive
[01:26.57] Closely grasping his dead mother's arms
[01:30.71] In grief, the old man passed away
[01:35.33] And the child, to his mother, went soon
[01:39.72] And no one, they say, lives there to this day
[01:44.33] And the cottage, to ruin, has gone
[01:57.22] But the villagers point out the spot
[02:02.35] Where the willows grew over the door
[02:06.99] Saying, "There Mary died, once the gay village bride
[02:11.40] From the wind that blow across the wild moor"
[02:16.18]
[00:13.81] When the wind blew across the wild moor
[00:18.40] When Mary came wandering home with a child
[00:23.12] 'Til she came to her own father's door
[00:27.99] "Father, dear father", she cried
[00:32.16] "Come down and open the door
[00:36.72] Or the child in my arms will perish and die
[00:41.24] From the winds that blow across the wild moor"
[00:45.95] But her father was deaf to her cry
[00:49.91] Not a sound of a voice did he hear
[00:54.42] So the watchdog did howl and the village bells tolled
[00:58.95] And the wind blew across the wild moor
[01:12.51] Oh, how the old man must have felt
[01:17.25] When he came to the door the next morn'
[01:21.73] And he found Mary dead but the child still alive
[01:26.57] Closely grasping his dead mother's arms
[01:30.71] In grief, the old man passed away
[01:35.33] And the child, to his mother, went soon
[01:39.72] And no one, they say, lives there to this day
[01:44.33] And the cottage, to ruin, has gone
[01:57.22] But the villagers point out the spot
[02:02.35] Where the willows grew over the door
[02:06.99] Saying, "There Mary died, once the gay village bride
[02:11.40] From the wind that blow across the wild moor"
[02:16.18]