Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2007 22:04:50 GMT 1
KILLER COAL Black faces coming out of the mine shaft, sweat stained black with coal
As they worked alongside the dangers, in the depths of that dark hole
With tightened chests so full of dust, that’s mingled amongst the spit
That every day they brought with them,from out of the old coal pit
But my Fathers,Father,and his Father too did toil in this same gloom
As by the light of soft lamps, they worked under a dusky moon
They crawled on straining bellies, to fill the old coal tram
And sometimes hear the screams of pain,as King coal, claimed another man
But I will never let my child go deep, inside this blackened ground
For he will Never spit up black,as long as I’m around.
By Haydn Roberts
As they worked alongside the dangers, in the depths of that dark hole
With tightened chests so full of dust, that’s mingled amongst the spit
That every day they brought with them,from out of the old coal pit
But my Fathers,Father,and his Father too did toil in this same gloom
As by the light of soft lamps, they worked under a dusky moon
They crawled on straining bellies, to fill the old coal tram
And sometimes hear the screams of pain,as King coal, claimed another man
But I will never let my child go deep, inside this blackened ground
For he will Never spit up black,as long as I’m around.
By Haydn Roberts