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The heather will fade, aye bracken will die
Streams will run cold and clear
Aye the small birds will be going
For it's then that you'll be knowing
That the terror time is here
The woods give no shelter, and the trees, they are bare
Snows lying all around
Oh the young children are crying
For the bed on which they're lying
Is frozen to the ground
And when you need the warmth of your own human kind
You move near a town and then
Oh the sight of you is offending
The police they soon are sending
And you're on the road again
Whaur will ye gang, aye and whit will ye dae?
Noo that the work's all done
And the fairmer doesnae need ye
And the Cooncil willnae feed ye
And you're on the road again
Heather will fade, aye bracken will die
The streams will run cold and clear
Aye the small birds will be going
For it's then that you'll be knowing
That the terror time is here
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