The Smiths

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down
Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh 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 dead
I'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 fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot 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 ride