The bitter cold, the rising damp, Tears the whole world right through The hunting pack, the baying wolves, Are all coming after you. Better run to Heartbreak Hill The sleeping dawn, the reason why, Never seem to be clear The warming hugs, the smiling face, Always just disappear. Better run to Heartbreak Hill The angels breath, the wings in flight, Fly away upon the sky The blazing sun, the pitch black night, Both are going to be nigh. Better run to Heartbreak Hill Since on Heartbreak Hill you played when you were young, W