The clowns of time are laughing
As the River Dee flows down
And the water disappears beneath the soil
While my love stands gently smiling
On the colder side of town
Knowing well that they are fighting about Oil.

Far away from ancient Aberdeen
Where the Queen can keep you safe
And the wild dogs learn to hear the tempers boil
She is waiting, she is waiting,
While the freight trains all depart
Heading for the front of a battle built on oil.


When the Ugly One comes calling
And the waters have dried up
And your magic clock runs down into the soil.
Will your own love still be calling?
As the temperature starts falling,
And the nightshades win the battle over oil.