One, two, three, one, twoIt was on a cold winter nightWhen the winds blew across the wild moorAnd Mary came wandering home with her child'Til she came to her own father's doorOh father, dear father, she criedWon't you come down and open the doorOr this child in my arms, it will perish and dieBy the winds that blow across the wild moorOh, why did I leave this fair spotWhere once I was happy and freeI'm now doomed to roam with no friends nor homeAnd no one to take pity on meOh, the father was deaf to her criesNot a sound of her voice, did he hearThough the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolledBy the winds blew across the wild moorOh, how the old man must have feltWhen he came to the door, the next mornin'And he found Mary dead, but the child still aliveClosely clasped in its dead mother's armsIn grief the old man wind awayAnd the cottage to ruin went soonAnd no one, they say, will live there to this dayAnd the winds blow across the wild moorNow the villagers point out the spotWhere the willows hang over the doorSaying there Mary died, once the gay village brideBy the winds that blow across the wild moorThank youWanna pick one? (Bring it on)
