SUFFER LITTLE CHILDREN<P>Over the moors,take me to the moors<BR>dig a shallow grave<BR>and I'll lay me down<BR>Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads<BR>oh John, you'll never be a man<BR>and you'll never see your home again<BR>oh Manchester, so much to answer for<BR>Edward, see those alluring lights?<BR>tonight will be your very last night<BR>a woman said "I know my son is dead<BR>I'll never rest my hands on his scared head"<BR>Hindley wakes and Hindley says:<BR>"Wherever he has gone, I have gone "<BR>But fresh lilaced moorland fields<BR>cannot hide the stoild stench of death<BR>Hindley wakes and Hindley says:<BR>"Whatever he has done, I have done"<BR>But this is no easy ride<BR>for a child cries<BR>"find me...find me, nothing more<BR>we're on a sullen misty moor<BR>we may be dead and we may be gone<BR>but we will be right by your side<BR>until the day you die<BR>this is no easy ride<BR>we will haunt you when you laugh<BR>yes, you could say we're a team<BR>you might sleep<BR>BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM!"<BR>Oh Manchester, so much to answer for<BR>Oh Manchester, so much to answer for<BR>Over the moor, I'm on the moor<BR>the child is on the moor<P><BR>"I HAVE NO SYMPATHY FOR HER EVEN IN DEATH...I JUST HOPE SHE GOES TO HELL."<BR>-Winnie Johnson, mother of victim Keith Bennett, 12. <P>well said....<p>[This message has been edited by G.Love (edited 11-16-2002).]
