Wuthering Heights [The Kick Inside]

                Out on the wiley, windy moors

                We'd 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, it's me, Cathy.

                                               Come home. I'm so cold!

                                               Let me in-a-your window.

                                               Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.

                                               Come home. I'm 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.

                I'm coming back, love.

                Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream,

                My only master.

                                Too long I roam in the night.

                                I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.

                                I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering,

                                Wuthering Heights,

                                               Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.

                                               Come home. I'm so cold!

                                               Let me in-a-your window.

                                               Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.

                                               Come home. I'm 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 it's me, Cathy!

                                               Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.

                                               Come home. I'm so cold!

                                               Let me in-a-your window.

                                               Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.

                                               Come home. I'm so cold!

                                               Let me in-a-your window.

                                               Heathcliff, it's me, Cathy.

                                               Come home. I'm so cold!

Notes :

Cette chanson de Kate fait référence au roman de Emily Brönté : Les Hauts de Hurlevent.

Voici un site sur les soeurs Brönté : ici.