Morning time morning time,
Sitting on the coach I'm happy in the mind
Im leaving folks and the cares behind,

Yes Im independent Im no child
Im gonna catch me the high North lights
Those angry loathsome wuthering heights


Morning time morning time,
I'm sixteen years as free as a seagull

Morning time morning time,
the coach lights fade the coach lights blare
The coach lights fade the coach lights blare,

and I hope the skirts will fly up there
Yes Im independent I'm no child,
I'm gonna catch me the high North lights

Those angry loathsome wuthering heights,
wuthering wuthering wuthering heights


Dusk is coming and the coach is cold,
there's frost on the window and the passengers old
I'll cadge me a piggy of rambling Joe,

yes he's the nicest man I know
He cut two throats in the dark Soho
Yes Im independent Im no child,

I'm gonna catch me the high North lights
Those angry loathsome wuthering heights,
wuthering wuthering wuthering heights


Move yer arm