Una canzone d'amore

Out on the wiley, windy moors
Wed 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.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering heights.

Heathcliff, its me--cathy.
Come home. Im so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, its me--cathy.
Come home. Im so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh, it gets dark! it gets lonely,
On the other side from you.
I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you.
Im coming back, love.
Cruel heathcliff, my one dream,
My only master.

Too long I roam in the night.
Im coming back to his side, to put it right.
Im coming home to wuthering, wuthering,
Wuthering heights,

Heathcliff, its me--cathy.
Come home. Im so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, its me--cathy.
Come home. Im so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Ooh! let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
Ooh! let me have it.
Let me grab your soul away.
You know its me--cathy!

Heathcliff, its me--cathy.
Come home. Im so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, its me--cathy.
Come home. Im so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.

Heathcliff, its me--cathy.
Come home. Im so cold!

Kate Bush, Wuthering Heights, 1978