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 Simon Eastwood, it's me, I'm Hecky I've come home, I'm so cold Let me in through your window Simon, it's me, I'm Hecky I've come home, I'm so cold Let me in through your window
