Mary Lennox? I'm your uncle's housekeeper

I suppose you'd like to know somewhat about where you're going

Would I?

Well don't you care about your new home then?

It's doesn't matter whether I care or not

Now, in all my years

I've never seen a child sit so still or look so old

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

You're 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 money and big place 'til he were married

To my Aunt Lily?

She were a sweet pretty thing

And he'd've walked the world over to get her the 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 grose and broom

And nothing lives on but wild ponies and sheep

But what is that awful howling sound?

That's the wind blowing through the bushes

They call it whuthering, 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

Mary Lennox, this is Doctor Craven, your uncle's brother

How do you do?

You are to take her to her room

He doesn't want to see her

Very good, Doctor

There you are then, Mary

Good night