Mary Of The Wild Moor - Live

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 at 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 cry
And not a sound of her voice did he hear
While the watch dogs did howl and the village bells 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 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 it's mother went soon
And no one they say has lived there to this day
And the cottage is left to ruins

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

Well, thank you so much
You know, every family member has their favorite song
Well, I'm gonna sing my daddy's favorite song
My dad is a great, great person, hard workin'
The best daddy a buch of kids could ever have

Now, I have never seen my daddy take a drink in my life
But that does not mean I have not seen my daddy drunk, hahaha
Now, he never would have anything around the house to drink
Mom would't allow it, first of all
And he wouldn't have done that to his kids anyhow

But once a year when daddy goes to sailor's tobacco crop
Well, he'd stay gone for two or three days
And 'course uh, I'm sure he welcomed the chance
To get away from all us loud youngins and mama's big mouth
Um, no offense, mama, she knows she's just like me
But anyhow, when uh, mama would see daddy comin' up the road
Wavin' just a little bit, she said
"Lord, go run and get the slot bucket, your daddy's are drinkin'"
Hahaha, well, we all knew what that meant

You know, he always thought that we were the prettiest kids in the world
And the drunker daddy got, the prettier we got
And he also thought that we could sing better than anybody else in the world
And the drunker he got, the better we'd sing
So, there were two things that we knew
Was gonna happen when daddy was drinkin'
He was gonna puke, and we were gonna sing

So, Carl Jackson, you're gonna have to sing my daddy's part on this
And uh, Ron Davinson, you join in where my sisters would have back then
This is called "In the Pines" and this is for you, daddy