Mary of the Wild Moor
The Louvin Brothers Lyrics


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Was on one cold winter's night
And the wind blew across the wild moor
Poor Mary came wandering with a child in her arms
And she stopped at her own father's door.
Oh, father, oh father, she cried
Come down and open the door
Or this child in my arms, will perish and die
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.

Oh why did I leave this fair spot
Where once I was happy and free
This wide world to roam, with no friends or no home
And no one to have pity on me.

But the father was deaf to her cry
Not the sound of her voice, did he hear
For the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled
And the winds blew across the wild moor.

Oh, how the old man must have felt
When he opened the door, the next morn'
And found Mary dead, but the child still alive
Clasped close in it's dead mother's arms.
In anguish, he pulled his gray hair
And the tears, down his cheeks, they did pour
When he saw how that night, they had perished and died

From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
The old man, his life, pined away
And the child, to it's mother, went soon
And no one they say, lives there to this day
And the old house, to ruin, has gone.

But the villagers point out the spot
And the willows droop over the door




Where poor Mary died, once a sweet village bride
From the winds that blow across the wild moor.

Overall Meaning

The Louvin Brothers’ song, “Mary of the Wild Moor,” is a tragic story about a young woman named Mary who returns to her father’s doorstep in the middle of the winter, seeking shelter and help for her infant child. Despite her pleas, her father refuses to answer her cries for help, leaving her and her child to perish in the harsh conditions of the wild moor. The lyrics reflect Mary’s regret for ever leaving home and the loneliness she feels as she wanders aimlessly with no friends or family to turn to.


Although Mary’s father eventually discovers her and her child the next morning, it is too late. Mary has died, but her child is still alive, wrapped tightly in her arms. The old man is filled with grief and guilt, knowing he could have saved his daughter and grandchild. He spends the rest of his life in mourning, while the child eventually passes away, leaving no one to remember the tragedy except for the villagers, who point to the spot where Mary died and the willows that droop over the door of her family’s abandoned home.


The song has been interpreted as a cautionary tale about the importance of family and the consequences of turning one’s back on those in need. It also speaks to the harsh realities of life and the fragility of human existence.


Line by Line Meaning

Was on one cold winter's night
This event happened on a freezing winter night.


And the wind blew across the wild moor
The strong wind was blowing across the wild moor where Mary was wandering.


Poor Mary came wandering with a child in her arms
Mary was wandering across the wild moor holding her child, looking for help.


And she stopped at her own father's door.
She hoped to find help at her father's house and stopped in front of the door.


Oh, father, oh father, she cried
Mary called out to her father for assistance and begged him to open the door.


Come down and open the door
She begged her father to come downstairs and open the door to help her and her child.


Or this child in my arms, will perish and die
Mary feared that her child might die if they were ignored and not given shelter from the cold winter winds.


From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
The winds blowing across the wild moor posed a serious threat to the safety of Mary and her child.


Oh why did I leave this fair spot
Mary regretted leaving her home where she was once happy and content.


Where once I was happy and free
Mary longed to return to the times before leaving, a time where she was happy and free.


This wide world to roam, with no friends or no home
Leaving her home caused her to feel lonely and without a support system.


And no one to have pity on me.
Mary felt like no one understood or cared about her struggles and hardships.


But the father was deaf to her cry
The father did not respond to Mary's cries for help.


Not the sound of her voice, did he hear
The father was ignoring Mary's desperate cries for assistance and failed to hear her.


For the watch dogs did howl and the village bells tolled
The barking of the watch dogs and the tolling of the village bells drowned out Mary's cries for help.


And the winds blew across the wild moor.
The strong winds were still present, which was no help to Mary and her child.


Oh, how the old man must have felt
The father must have felt great regret and guilt when he realized what happened to Mary and her child.


When he opened the door, the next morn'
The next morning, the father must have opened the door and found Mary and her child in front of it.


And found Mary dead, but the child still alive
The father found Mary dead, and the child was still alive but clinging to her lifeless body.


Clasped close in it's dead mother's arms.
The child was still being held tightly by its deceased mother, Mary.


In anguish, he pulled his gray hair
The father was filled with sorrow and regret and pulled out his own hair.


And the tears, down his cheeks, they did pour
The father wept heavily, and tears streamed down his face.


When he saw how that night, they had perished and died
The father realized that Mary and her child had died tragically and horribly on the cold and windy night.


From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
The winds across the wild moor had ended Mary's life and the child's hope of being cared for.


The old man, his life, pined away
The tragic event drained the father of his will to live, his health began to decline.


And the child, to it's mother, went soon
The child later passed away and was reunited with its mother.


And no one they say, lives there to this day
No one lives there now and perhaps the place is known to be cursed or haunted.


And the old house, to ruin, has gone.
The old house has now fallen to ruin and disrepair.


But the villagers point out the spot
The village folk still remember the location and story of Mary's tragic end.


And the willows droop over the door
The weeping willow trees morosely bend over the ruined doorway where Mary perished.


Where poor Mary died, once a sweet village bride
The spot where Mary lost her life for lack of help was previously where Mary was once a happy young bride.


From the winds that blow across the wild moor.
Mary's tragic end was permanently etched in their minds and tied inexorably to the windy moor that caused her demise.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DENNIS TURNER

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Four - Q

Louvin Brothers had the best harmonies in the history of country music.  These songs of tragedy make the harmonies even more haunting.  First time I heard this one, I was floored.  Nowadays, no one remembers who these guys were.   I was even in Nashville and asked around and no one knew who they were.  That's a shame.  They were part of Nashville history.  Country Music's golden era.  Now, country music is second rate rock n' roll.  Real country is gone forever.

Geoffry Gyravf

whitey g I frequent Nashville quite a bit and yeah, you won't hear the Louvin Brothers in any bars on Broadway. It's a tourist town now and I don't understand why or how some of my friends live there.

Jerry Van

I remember them...

Anshu Pathania

M from india , I read the novel " satan is real ", n came to know about these legends !!

Miriam Bucholtz

Sixty years ago my older brother and I sang this song and several others by the Louvin Brothers. My brother got a mandolin one year for Christmas and we both taught ourselves how to play it. Thanks for bringing back the memories of singing these songs again.

Debra Soiseth

This one will bring a tear to a glass eye.

Jennifer Wintz

This is absolutely gorgeous. Thank you so much for posting. I'm always searching out these old songs. 🎵

Joyce LeBaron

I'm just starting to read Charlie's book and he says this is the first song they learned from their mother when they were little kids. His father used to make them sing it for company and at first they were so bashful they'd sing it from under the bed!

Fmaj7b5

Let us not forget 'The Blue Sky Boys'.

Jason Smith

Billy strings preformed this song live at marymore park in settle this past weekend

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