Cathy کے بول

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 moor He willed her ghost back forever Haunting his windows and doors Cathy, cathy Out there alone Calling, calling Out for her soul