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 

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 

But 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 : 





"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 ... 

Oh ... 





Over the moors, I'm on the moors 

Oh, over the moors 

Oh, the child is on the moors