Suffer Little Children Lyrics

     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