Waiting Lyrics & Chords By Clive Nolan & Oliver Wakeman

(Watson: From the chill night, we watched as Sir Henry dined with Stapleton. Disturbingly, Beryl was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, over the great, Grimpen mire, there hung a dense, white fog. Holmes muttered impatiently, as he watched its sluggish drift towards the path.)

Mortimer:
The clock ticks on as the light begins to fail
Our hearts grow weaker in the glimmering pale of the moonlight
The distant sights. They catch the eye
Night time hangs heavy on our shoulders.
Waiting. Waiting.....

Stapleton:
As fear grips the heart.
Will life go on.
Is there hope to be found?
As we wait in the cold, as we wait in the dark.
I know it's close
A sign of the hound.
We wait, bated breath.
The smallest of thoughts The smallest of sounds.
As we wait in the cold, as we wait in the dark
I know it's close.
A sign of the hound.

Beryl:
Set me loose. I must warn him not to walk the moor Set me loose. I must warn him of the danger on the moor.

Stapleton:
As fear grips the heart.
We wait, bated breath
As fear grips the heart.
We wait, bated breath

Sir Henry:
Beware the Grimpen mire.
Beware the swamps and marshes
Beware the moor is calling for a victim now

All:
One step could be fatal.
One move could lead to death.
Walk the path with care

Stapleton:
As fear grips the heart.
Will life go on.
Is there hope to be found?.....

Mortimer:
The clock ticks on as the light begins to fall.....
Waiting - The clock ticks on and on
Waiting. Waiting - Our hearts grow weaker, weaker, weaker.....

Sir Henry:
Can't take this torture for much longer.
It eats away into my very core
My nerves are raw my heart is cold with horror
I jump at the rain or the creaking of a door.
Waiting. The clock ticks on and on
Waiting. Waiting - Our hearts grow weaker, weaker, weaker.....

Beryl:
Set me loose. I must warn him not to walk the moor.....

Sir Henry, Mortimer & Beryl:
Beware the Grimpen mire.
Beware the swamps and marshes
One step could soon be fatal.
One move could lead to death.....
Beware the Grimpen mire.
Beware the swamps and marshes
One step could soon be fatal
One move could lead to helpless fear as terror conquers all

Stapleton:
Beware!
One step!
Beware!
One step!
Beware!
One step!

(Watson: Eventually Sir Henry bade his host farewell, and set off across the moor. Holmes suddenly dropped to his knees and clapped his ear to the ground.
"Look out! It's coming!" )