Suffer Little Children
Over the moor, take me to the moorDig a shallow graveAnd I'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moorDig a shallow graveAnd I'll lay me down
Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beadsOh John, you'll never be a manAnd you'll never see your home againOh Manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights ?Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said : "I know my son is deadI'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"
Hindley wakes and Hindley says :Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fieldsCannot hide the stolid stench of deathFresh lilaced moorland fieldsCannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says :Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"
But this is no easy rideFor a child cries
"Oh, find me, find me, nothing moreWe are on a sullen misty moorWe may be dead and we may be goneBut we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you dieThis is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laughYes, you could say we're a teamYou might sleepYou might sleepYou might sleepBut you will never dreamOh, you might sleepBut you will never dreamYou might sleepBut you will never dream
Oh Manchester, so much to answer forOh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh, find me, find meFind meI'll haunt you when you laughOh, I'll haunt you when you laughYou might sleepBut you will never dreamOhOver the moors, I'm on the moorOh, over the moorOh, the child is on the moor