Suffer Little Children Lyrics - The Smiths - The Smiths

Over the moor, take me to the moor 

Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down 

Over the moor, take me to the moor 

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 sacred head 

Hindley wakes and Hindley says 

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes 

Hindley wakes and says 

Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone 

But fresh lilaced moorland fields 

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death 

Fresh lilaced moorland fields 

Cannot hide the stolid stench of death 

Hindley wakes and says 

Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes 

Hindley wakes and says 

Oh, whatever he has done, I have done 

But this is no easy ride 

For a child cries 

Oh, find me, find me, nothing more 

We are on a sullen misty moor 

We may be dead and we may be gone 

But we will be, we will be 

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, you might sleep 

You might sleep 

But you will never dream 

Oh, you might sleep 

But you will never dream 

You might sleep 

But you will never dream 

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for 

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for 

Oh, find me, find me 

Find me, I'll haunt you when you laugh 

Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh 

You might sleep 

But you will never dream 

Over the moors, I'm on the moor 

Oh, over the moor 

Oh, the child is on the moor