The Smiths - Suffer Little Children

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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

For a child cries

Oh, find me, find me, nothing more

We are on a sullen misty moor



We may be dead and we may be gone

But we will be, we will be

We will be right by your side

Until the day you die

This is no easy ride



We will haunt you when you laugh

Yes, you could say we're a team

You might sleep, you might sleep

You might sleep

But you will never dream



Oh, you might sleep

But you will never dream

You might sleep

But you will never dream



Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for



Oh, find me, find me

Find me, I'll haunt you when you laugh

Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh

You might sleep

But you will never dream



Over the moors, I'm on the moor

Oh, over the moor

Oh, the child is on the moor

© MARR SONGS;




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