Suffer little children

Over the moors, take me to the moors
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 and 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 stays
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
Wherever he has gone, I have gone

But fresh lilac moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilac moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes
Hindley wakes and says
Whatever he has done, I have done

But this is no easy ride
For a child cries

Find me, find me, nothing more
We're 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!
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
Find me, find me
Find me
I'll haunt you when you laugh
I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
But you will, you will never dream

Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Over the moor
The child is on the moor