Once There Was The People - Terror

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

The White Moth To The Closing Vine, The Bee To The Open Clover, And The Gypsy Blood To The Gypsy Blood Ever The Wide World Over.

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

Who Has Smelled The Woodsmoke At Twilight, Who Has Seen The Campfire Burning, Who Is Quick To Read The Noises Of The Night?

We Had A Kettle; We Let It Leak: Our Not Repairing Made It Worse. We Haven't Had Any Tea For A Week... The Bottom Is Out Of The Universe.