Over the moors,take me to the moors

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 scared head"



Hindley wakes and Hindley says:

"Wherever he has gone, I have gone "



But fresh lilaced moorland fields

cannot hide the stoild stench of death



Hindley wakes and Hindley 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 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

BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!"



Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Over the moor, I'm on the moor

the child is on the moor