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Текст с Bandcamp’а: “For many years our favorite songwriter in the traditional style has been Ewan MacColl and for the first time we have tackled one of his songs on album. The song concerns the “travelling people“ of our country who have been not only a living source of material for countless performers but also an endangered culture well worth saving by the might of the pen and the melody (if not by stronger means). This is by way of a lament for the beauty of their life style which has been, and is, constantly spoiled by legislation and, in many cases, non-understanding people. 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 from The Tannahill Weavers IV, released January 1, 1981 Ewan MacColl“
