Terror Time

Ewan MacColl/Pub. Storm King Music

Probably best described in a quote from The Essential Ewan MacColl Songbook.

“Winter…that’s…the terror time. No place to go nor doesn’t know where to go. Doesn’t  know any place to go and sit. And it doesn’t matter whether it’s snowing or blowing, you’ve got to go.”

Maggie Cameron, Inverness Traveller, recorded in a bow-tent at Cookson’s Field, Alyth, Perthsire, Scotland, 1964.

Paul: Vocals, Bouzouki
David: Tenor Guitar, Backing Vocals
Ruairidh: Fiddle, Octave Fiddle
Seán: F Flute, Guitar, Backing Vocals
Ewan: Bodhrán, Cajon

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 Cooncil 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