Oh, how the old man must have felt
But the villagers point out the spot
Come down and open the door
Father, dear father, she cried
Till she came to her own father's door
Closely grasping his dead mother's arms
From the winds that blow across the wild moor
When he came to the door, the next mornin'
And the wind blew across the wild moor
Not a sound of her voice, did he hear
When Mary came wandering home with her child
And the cottage to ruin has gone
And the child to it's mother went soon
And he found Mary dead, but the child still alive
In grief the old man passed away
But her father was deaf to her cry
And no one they say, lives there to this day
Saying there Mary died, once the gay village bride
Or the child in my arms, will perish and die
So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled
Where the willows grew over the door
