Original Broadway Cast - Scene: A Train Platform In Yorkshire The House Upon the Hill Lyrics

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 mobney
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