Текст песни Wuthering Heights - Philharmonia Orchestra

This was once a happy place
A place of laughter and good will
Where children played
Their laughter made
This a place of true contentment
No room for anger or resentment
In our house on the hill

Wuthering Heights
Was once a refuge from the cold
And lonely nights
A place of life and love and play
A home to all until the day
The old man passed away

The icy winds that blow across the moor
Would never pass beyond their door
But since the old man died
The storm has come inside
In our house on the hill

Wuthering Heights
Shone like a beacon
In those low lit winter nights
It was a most enchanting place
A house of warmth and gentle grace
Of calm reflective days

On summer nights
Good friends would come and call
They'd find a welcome one and all
But times have changed I fear
You'll find no welcome here
In our house on the hill

Wuthering Heights
Is now a place of cold
And everlasting ice
Where angry thoughts
Have scarred the floor
Where hatred lurks behind each door
Where people smile no more

This was once a happy place
A place of laughter and good will
Where children played
Their laughter made
This a home of true contentment
There was no anger or resentment
In our house on the hill

Wuthering Heights