Mary Of The Wild Moor
(专辑: American 3: Solitary Man - 2002)
It was on one cold winter night, When the
wind blew across the
wild moor. When Mary came wandering home with a
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 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 its 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."