•(Ewan MacColl / Peggy Seeger)
The heather will fade, and the bracken will die
Streams will run cold and clear
And the small birds will be going
And it's then that you'll be knowing
That the terror time has come
Whaur will ye gang, and whaur will ye bide
Noo that the work's all done
And the fairmer doesnae need ye
And the c***cil willnae heed ye
And the terror time has come
The woods give no shelter, and the trees they are bare
Snow's lying all around
And the children they are crying
For the bed on which they're lying
Is frozen tae the groond
When you need the warmth of your own human kind
You move near a town
But the sight of you is offending
For the police they soon are sending
And you're on the road again
The heather will fade, and the bracken will die
Streams will run cold and clear
And the small birds will be going
And it's then that you'll be knowing
That the terror time has come
Whaur will ye gang, and whaur will ye bide
Noo that the work's all done
And the fairmer doesnae need ye
And the c***cil willnae heed ye
And the terror time has come
The woods give no shelter, and the trees they are bare
Snow's lying all around
And the children they are crying
For the bed on which they're lying
Is frozen tae the groond
When you need the warmth of your own human kind
You move near a town
But the sight of you is offending
For the police they soon are sending
And you're on the road again