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Oh, can you hear her-a-weeping?
Crying his name on the moors
Though he was cruel like the winter
She clung like flowers to thorns
They say she walks there forever
Wretched and lost on the moors
Conjuring storms with her temper
Rattling his windows and doors
Cathy, cathy
Out there alone
Calling, calling
Out for her soul
They loved as wild as the weather
Deathless as rocks on the moor
He willed her ghost back forever
Haunting his windows and doors
Cathy, cathy
Out there alone
Calling, calling
Out for her soul
