Saddleworth Moor
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Valerie Dohren
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The wind blows so cold on Saddleworth Moor
Where the voice of a child is heard in the gloom
'I`ve slept here so long, I want to go home'
'Please take me back to my own little room'
As rain tumbles down on Saddleworth Moor
His voice can be heard in the depths of the night
Just one little boy who sleeps all alone
Seeks to be free from his sorrowful plight
Through all the darkness of grief and despair
For so many years his poor mother has cried
But never to find her dear little boy
On Saddleworth Moor where little Keith died
Such evil was wrought to five little souls
On Saddleworth Moor near five decades ago
These innocent children drawn to their deaths
The answer to 'why' we never will know
If I were an angel I`d find that dear child
On Saddleworth Moor where deep hidden he lies
No never to rest until he was found
To search every hillock beneath the blue skies
Brady and Hindley I hope will ne`er sleep
Nor find any peace for their deeds so grotesque
Winnie, Keith`s mother, has now passed away
And I pray that her soul has now come to rest
Yet still her heart beats on Saddleworth Moor
(Though death has now claimed her, the day is now done)
Forever and ever to search for her child
As in spirit she seeks to find her dear son
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