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COAL MINING SONG (Sharyn Dimmick) The seven dwarfs still work in a technicolor mine: They bring home gold and silver and sing in the sunshine But the gold and the silver were a long time ago And far from the life that the coal miners know It's raining cold water deep down underground Sometimes blood mixes with sweat running down The bodies are weary. The work goes on and on If you were a coal miner you might never see the sun You wash the dishes. You sweep the floor When he comes home at (in) evening, it's dirty once more You hang out the curtains that never will stay white It's a struggle with the coal dust, a struggle for the light And it's raining, it's pouring, the hill starts to slide You pack up the children, move them to the other side It's cleaning and struggling every day of your life You learn to fear (dread) the spring rains, if you are a miner's wife Layoffs were last Monday -- Daddy's home today "Daddy, tell us a story. Give us something (some game) to play" "Mommy, what's for dinner? Can I have a dime?" How can you see a rainbow if it's raining all the time And it's raining, it's pouring, the angers arise Gathering like thunderclouds in your parents' eyes "Mommy, will Daddy ever go to work again?" Hunger strikes like lightning; tears fall like rain Now, shouldn't a coal miner see the sun before he's old? And shouldn't miners' children get to dream of pots of gold? And doesn't life owe the miner's wife a rainbow every day? And can't the coal mine owners make the rain go away? 'Cause it's raining, still raining; it's raining in floods They stand in the water and crawl through (run from) the mud Their health, hopes, and dreams are all washed down the drain Would you help a coal miner get out of the rain? @work @family @mining @hardtimes filename[ COALMINR JN apr96 |
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