(Joseph W. Turner)
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from Songcatcher soundtrack
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On a cold winter's night
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As the winds blew across the wild moor
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Poor Mary came wandering home with her child
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'Til she came to her own father's door
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Papa oh Papa she cried
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Come down and open the door
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Or the child in my arms
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Will perish and die
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From the winds that blow across the wild moor
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But the old man was deaf to her cries
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And not a sound of her voice did he hear
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While the watchdog did howl
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And the village bell tolled
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The winds blew across the wild moor
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Oh how the old man must have felt
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When he came to the door the next morn'
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And he found Mary dead
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But the child yet alive
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Clutched close to his dead mother's breast
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Now the old man in grief pined away
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And the babe to its mother went soon
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And no one they say
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Has lived there to this day
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And the cottage is left to ruin
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Now the villagers point out the place
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Where the ivy grows over the door
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Saying there Mary died
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Once a fair village bride
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From the winds that blew across the wild moor
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From the winds that blew across the wild moor
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Mary of the Wild Moor
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| Sara Evans |
