Sara Evans şarkı sözleri
On a cold winter's nightAs the winds blew across the wild moorPoor Mary came wandering home with her child'Til she came to her own father's doorPapa oh Papa she criedCome down and open the doorOr the child in my armsWill perish and dieFrom the winds that blow across the wild moorBut the old man was deaf to her criesAnd not a sound of her voice did he hearWhile the watchdog did howlAnd the village bell tolledThe winds blew across the wild moorOh how the old man must have feltWhen he came to the door the next mornAnd he found Mary deadBut the child yet aliveClutched close to his dead mother's breastNow the old man in grief pined awayAnd the babe to its mother went soonAnd no one they sayHas lived there to this dayAnd the cottage is left to ruinNow the villagers point out the placeWhere the ivy grows over the doorSaying there Mary diedOnce a fair village brideFrom the winds that blew across the wild moorFrom the winds that blew across the wild moor
