Mary of the Wild Moor
Mary of the Wild Moor
Saw what she had been before
A dancer over mist of dusk
Spinning swirling through the dust
Dust of all that must decay
To the shore of Carmarthen Bay
She waved to father and to mother
In search of fields of One Another
She skimmed the waves of Day and Night
In search of fields of Dark and Light
Till she reached Carmarthen Bay
Beyond the dust that must decay
Past the moon of Castle Rock
Past the shore of Land of Loch
She met a beastly Lad of Sea
With whom she bore a Wild of Three
One for Moon one for Sun one for Star
Who grew above the Land of Tar
But Mary of the Moor was sad
For she lost her beastly Lad
To the Lord the Lord of Night
Who swallowed all that saw the Light
Mary waved to Wild of Three
Each became a branch of tree
Planted in a lonely bower
Merging to a Whitened Tower
Mary of the Wild Moor
Returned to what had been before
On the wind of swirling gulls
To the Valley of the Fells
You might see her in Mist of Fawn
In the grey of Shadow Dawn
Sighing past the Wind of Four
Mary of the Wild Moor