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  • 作词 : Dennis Turner
    作曲 : Dennis Turner
    It was on one cold winter night
    When the wind blew across the wild moor
    When Mary came wandering home with her child
    Till she came to her own father's door
    Father, dear father, 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 her father was deaf to her cry
    Not a sound of her voice, did he hear
    So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled
    And the wind blew across the wild moor
    Oh, how the old man must have felt
    When he came to the door, the next mornin'
    And he found
    Mary dead, but the child still alive
    Closely grasping his dead mother's arms
    In grief the old man passed away
    And the child to it's mother went soon
    And no one they say, lives there to this day
    And the cottage to ruin has gone
    But the villagers point out the spot
    Where the willows grew over the door
    Saying there
    Mary died, once the gay village bride
    From the wind that blow across the wild moor
  • 作词 : Dennis Turner
    作曲 : Dennis Turner
    It was on one cold winter night
    When the wind blew across the wild moor
    When Mary came wandering home with her child
    Till she came to her own father's door
    Father, dear father, 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 her father was deaf to her cry
    Not a sound of her voice, did he hear
    So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled
    And the wind blew across the wild moor
    Oh, how the old man must have felt
    When he came to the door, the next mornin'
    And he found
    Mary dead, but the child still alive
    Closely grasping his dead mother's arms
    In grief the old man passed away
    And the child to it's mother went soon
    And no one they say, lives there to this day
    And the cottage to ruin has gone
    But the villagers point out the spot
    Where the willows grew over the door
    Saying there
    Mary died, once the gay village bride
    From the wind that blow across the wild moor