Smiths - Suffer Little Children Lyrics
Over the moor, take me to the moorDig a shallow graveAnd i'll lay me downOver the moor, take me to the moorDig a shallow graveAnd i'll lay me downLesley-anne, with your pretty white beadsOh john, you'll never be a manYou'll never see your home againOh manchester, so much to answer forEdward, see those alluring lights ?Tonight will be your very last nightA 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 deathBut fresh lilaced moorland fieldsCannot hide the stolid stench of deathHindley 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 :"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 sideUntil the day you dieThis is no easy rideWe will haunt you when you laughYes, you could say we're a teamYou might sleepYou might sleepYou might sleepBut you will never dream !Oh, you might sleepBut you will never dream !You might sleepBut you will never dream !Oh manchester, so much to answer forOh manchester, so much to answer forOh, find me, find me !Find me !I'll haunt you when you laughOh, i'll haunt you when you laughYou might sleepBut you will ...Oh ...Over the moors, i'm on the moorsOh, over the moorsOh, the child is on the moors