(::DREAMERS::)
High on a hill sits a big old house
With something wrong inside it
Spirits haunt the halls
And make no effort now to hide it
What will put their souls to rest
And stop their ceaseless sighing
Why do they call out children's names
And speak of one who's crying
(::MRS. MEDLOCK::)
Well, you're right not to care
Your uncle certanly isn't going
To trouble himself about you.
(::DREAMERS::)
And the master hears the whispers
On the stairways dark and still
And the spirits speak of secrets
In the house upon the hill
(::MRS. MEDLOCK::)
He's a hunchback, you see.
And a sour young man he was,
and got noe good of all his money
and big place til he were married.
(::MARY::)
To my aunt Lily?
(::MRS. MEDLOCK::)
She were a sweet, pretty thing and he'd
have walked the world over to get here
a blade of grass that she wanted.
When she died, it made him worse than ever.
(::DREAMERS::)
High on a hill sits a big old house
With something wrong inside it
Someone died and someone's left
Alone and can't abide it
There in the house is a lonely man
Still haunted by her beauty
Asking what a life can be
Where naught remains but duty
(::MARY::)
Is it always so ugly here?
(::MRS. MEDLOCK::)
It's the moor. Miles and miles
of wild land that nothing grows
on but heather and gorse and broom,
and nothin lives on but wild
ponies and sheep.
(::MARY::)
What is that awful howling sound?
(::MRS. MEDLOCK::)
That's the wind blowing through the bushes
they call it wuthering that sound
but look there that tiny light
far across there
that'll be the gate it will
(::DREAMERS::)
And the master hears the whispers
On the stairways dark and still
And the spirits speak of secrets
In the house upon the hill
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