Scene: A Train Platform in Yorkshire / The House Upon the Hill-Barbara Rosenblat/Daisy Eagan/The Secret Garden Ensemble

歌手 : Barbara Rosenblat / Daisy Eagan / The Secret Garden Ensemble

专辑 : The Secret Garden (Original Broadway Cast Recording)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:08

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TXT Scene: A Train Platform in Yorkshire / The House Upon the Hill-Barbara Rosenblat/Daisy Eagan/The Secret Garden Ensemble 文本歌词

Scene: A Train Platform in Yorkshire / The House Upon the Hill - Barbara Rosenblat/Daisy Eagan/The Secret Garden Ensemble

Written by：M. NORMAN/Lucy Simon

High on a hill sits a big old house

With something wrong inside it

Spirits haunt the halls

And make no effort now to hide it

What will put their souls to rest

And stop their ceaseless sighing

Why do they call out children's names

And speak of one who's crying

Well you're right not to care

Your uncle certainly isn't going

To trouble himself about you

And the master hears the whispers

On the stairways dark and still

And the spirits speak of secrets

In the house upon the hill

He's a hunchback you see

And a sour young man he was

And got no good of all his money

And a big place till he were married

To my Aunt Lily

She were a sweet pretty thing and he'd

Have walked the world over to get her

A blade of grass that she wanted when

She died it made him worse than ever

High on a hill sits a big old house

With something wrong inside it

Someone died and someone's left

Alone and can't abide it

There in the house is a lonely man

Still haunted by her beauty

Asking what a life can be

Where naught remains but duty

Is it always so ugly here

It's the moor miles and miles

Of wild land that nothing grows

On but heather and gorse and broom

And nothing lives on but wild

Ponies and sheep

What is that awful howling sound

That's the wind blowing through the bushes

They call it wuthering that sound

But look there that tiny light

Far across there

That'll be the gate it will

And the master hears the whispers

On the stairways dark and still

And the spirits speak of secrets

In the house upon the hill