HER WUTHERING HEIGHTS
There is a place upon the hills
Where tranquil peace, her heart
And there is where she longs to
To watch the leaves gently sway
Through whistling winds they
Seem to say:
She sees you there beside the tree
Composing a poem for her.
Your quiet thoughts are far above
Entwined with prayer and oh
She's found this place to be
To be her favorite wuthering heights.