Scene: A Train Platform In Yorkshire; The House Upon The Hill

High on the hill sits a big old house
With something wrong inside it
Spirits haunt the halls
And make no effort now to hide it.

What will put their souls to rest
And stop their ceaseless sighing
Why do they call out children's names
And speak of one who's crying.

Well you're right not to care
You're uncle certaintly isn't going
To trouble himself about you.

And the masters hear the whispers
On the stairways dark and still
And the spirits speak of secrets
In the house upon the hill.

He's a hunchback, you see
And a sour young man he was
And got no good of all his money
And big place till her were married.

To my Aunt Lily?

She were a sweet, pretty thing and he'd
Have walked the world over to get her
A blade of glass that she wanted
When she died, it made him worse than ever.

High on the hill sits a big old house
With something wrong inside it
Someone died and someone's left
Alone and can't abide it.

There in the house is a lonely man
Still haunted by her beauty
Asking what a life can be
Where naught remains but duty.

Is it always so ugly here?

It's the moor. Miles and miles
Of wild land that nothing grows
On but Heather and Gorse and Broom
And nothing lives on but wild
Ponies and sheep.

What is that awful howling sound?

That's the wind blowing through the bushes
They call it wuthering that sound
But look there, that tiny light
Far across there
That'll be the gate it will.

And the masters hear the whispers
On the stairways dark and still
And the spirits speak of secrets
In the house upon the hill.