COAL MINING SONG
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
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