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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





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