This was once a happy place A place of laughter and good will Where children played Their laughter made This a place of true contentment No room for anger or resentment In our house on the hill Wuthering Heights Was once a refuge from the cold And lonely nights A place of life and love and play A home to all until the day The old man passed away The icy winds that blow across the moor Would never pass beyond their door But since the old man died The storm has come inside In our house on the hill Wuthering Heights Shone like a beacon In those low lit winter nights It was a most enchanting place A house of warmth and gentle grace Of calm reflective days On summer nights Good friends would come and call They'd find a welcome one and all But times have changed I fear You'll find no welcome here In our house on the hill Wuthering Heights Is now a place of cold And everlasting ice Where angry thoughts Have scarred the floor Where hatred lurks behind each door Where people smile no more This was once a happy place A place of laughter and good will Where children played Their laughter made This a home of true contentment There was no anger or resentment In our house on the hill Wuthering Heights