Dark the night, the winds of change
So sharp and keen do blow…
The cock it crows with iron throat,
It says that we must go,
It says that we must go.

The hunters follow hard behind,
The hounds they make their din…
The woods are gone that sheltered us,
And none will let us in,
And none will let us in.

The hard-eyed men who guard the road,
They bid us choose our way…
And yet they will not let us go
Nor will they let us stay.
Nor will they let us stay.

Five hundred years of timeless days,
We wandered through the land…
But now the guardians of the clocks
Have said our race is damned,
They say our race is damned.

From The Travelling People.

Let's hope that in the High Court this afternoon, justice and common sense and fair play will prevail.