The Terror Time E. McColl, circa 1962 Stormking Music

 

Heather will fade and the braken will die

Streams will run cold and clear, and the small birds will be going

And it’s then you will be knowing

That the terror time is near

 

Where will you go and where will ye bide

Now that the works are done and the farmer does not need ye

And the consuls will not heed ye

And the terror time has come

 

Woods give no shelter and the trees they are bare

Snow is falling all around and the children they are crying

For the bed in which they’re lying

Is frozen top the ground