A Train Platform In Yorkshire

House upon the hill Dreamers:High on a hill sits a big old houseWith something wrong inside it.Spirits haunt the hallsAnd make no effort now to hide it.What will put their souls to restAnd stop their ceaseless sighing?Why do they call out children's namesAnd speak of one who's crying?Mrs. Medlock:Well, you're right not to careYour uncle certainly isn't goingTo trouble himself about you.Dreamers:And the master hears the whispersOn the stairways dark and still,And the spirits speak of secretsIn the house upon the hill.Mrs. Medlock:He's a hunchback, you see.And a sour young man he was,And got no good of all his mobneyAnd a big place till he were married.Mary:To my aunt lily?Mrs. Medlock:She were a sweet, pretty thing and he'dHave walked the world over to get herA blade of grass that she wanted. When She died, it made him worse than ever.Dreamers:High on a hill sits a big old houseİth something wrong inside it.Someone died, and someone's leftAlone and can't abide it.There in the house is a lonely manStill haunted by her beauty,Asking what a life can beWhere naught remains but duty.Mary:Is it always so ugly here?Mrs. Medlock:It's the moor. Miles and milesOf wild land that nothing growsOn but heather and gorse and broom,And nothing lives on but wildPonies and sheep.Mary:What is that awful howling sound?Mrs. Medlock:That's the wind blowing through the bushesThey call it wuthering that soundBut look there that tiny lightFar across thereThat'll be the gate it will.Dreamers:And the master hears the whispersOn the stairways dark and still,And the spirits speak of secretsIn the house upon the hill.