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On a cold winter's night
As the winds blew across the wild moor
Poor Mary came wandering home with her child
'Til she came to her own father's door
Papa,
oh
Papa, 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 the old man was deaf to her cries
And not a sound of her voice did he hear
While the watchdog did howl and the village bell tolled
The winds 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 yet alive
Clutched close to his dead mother's breast
Now the old man in grief pined away
And the babe to its mother went soon
And no one they say has lived there to this day
And the cottage is left to ruin
Now the villagers point out the place
Where the ivy grows over the door
Saying there Mary died once a fair village bride
From the winds that blew across the wild moor
From the winds that blew across the wild moor
- Album:
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- Sara Evans: Greatest Hits
- Real Fine Place
- Born To Fly
- No Place That Far
- Three Chords And The Truth
- Stronger
- Miscellaneous
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- Feels Just Like A Love Song (Single)
- Lay Me Down (Live)
- Just Give Me a Reason (Live)
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- Cream of Country, Volume 9
- Double Cream: The Best of Cream of Country
- Greatest Hits
- The Essential: New Country
- Haynes Ultimate Guide to Country
- Stronger & Greatest Hits (Australian Tour Edition)