Surfer Little Children

Intro : Over the moors, take me to the moors 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... 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 hand on his sacred head." Hindley wakes and Hindley says: "Wherever he has gone, I have gone." But fresh lilaced moorland fields Cannot hide the stolid stench of death Hindley wakes and Hindley says: "Whatever he has done, I have done." But this is no easy ride for a child cries: "find me...find me, nothing more we're on a sullen misty moor we may be dead and we may be gone but we will be right by your side until the day you die his is no easy ride. we will haunt you when you laugh yes, you could say we're a team you might sleep BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM! Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Oh Manchester, so much to answer for Over the moor, I'm on the moor The child is on the moor. (etc + Ad lib Vox + Gtr Solo) - Fade