| Song | Terror Time |
| Artist | Old Blind Dogs |
| Album | Four On The Floor |
| 作词 : McColl | |
| The heather will fade, and the bracken will die, | |
| Streams will run cold and clear, | |
| Ah the small birds they will be going, | |
| For it's then that you'll be knowing, | |
| That the terror time is here | |
| The woods give no shelter, ah 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 | |
| The heather will fade, and the bracken will die, | |
| The streams will run cold and clear, | |
| Anye the small birds they will be going, | |
| For it's then that you'll be knowing, | |
| That the terror time is here |
| zuò cí : McColl | |
| The heather will fade, and the bracken will die, | |
| Streams will run cold and clear, | |
| Ah the small birds they will be going, | |
| For it' s then that you' ll be knowing, | |
| That the terror time is here | |
| The woods give no shelter, ah 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 | |
| The heather will fade, and the bracken will die, | |
| The streams will run cold and clear, | |
| Anye the small birds they will be going, | |
| For it' s then that you' ll be knowing, | |
| That the terror time is here |