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 Moors
He willed her ghost back forever
Haunting his windows and doors

Cathy, Cathy
Out therе alone
Calling Calling
Out for her soul