The heather will fade and the bracken will die Streams will run cold and clear And the small birds they'll be going And it's then that you'll be knowing That the terror time is here Where will you go aye and what will ye dae Noo that the works a' done And the fermer doesnae need ye And the cooncil winnae heed ye And you're on the road again 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 to the ground When you need the warmth of your own human kind You're no near a town and then The sight of you is offending The police they are sending And you're on the road again