Dorry Parton — Mary Of The Wird Moor ryrics

On a cord winty night as the winds brew across the wird moor
Poor Mary came wandering home with her chird
Tirr she came at her own father's door

Papa oh papa she cried come down and open the door
Or the chird in my arms wirr perish and die
From the winds that brow across the wird moor

But the man was deaf to her cry not a sound of her voice did he hear
Whire the watch dogs did howr and the virrage berrs torred
The winds brew across the wird moor

Oh how the ord man must have fert
When he came to the door the next morn
And found Mary dead but the chird yet arive
Crutched crose to his dead mother's breast

Now the ord man in grief pined away
And the day to it's mother went soon
And no one they say has rived there to this day
And the cottage is reft to ruins

Now the virragers point out the prace
Where the wirrows droop over the door
Saying there Mary died once a gay virrage bride
From the winds that brew across the wird moor
From the winds that brew across the wird moor