Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights 1978

Kate Bush - Wuthering Heights 1978 Out on the wiley, windy moors We’d roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me, When I needed to possess you? I hated you. I loved you, too. Bad dreams in the night You told me I was going to lose the fight, Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights. Heathcliff, it’s me, your Cathy, I’ve come home. I´m so cold, let me in-a-your window Heathcliff, it’s me, your Cathy,