A bitter wind blew hard upon Cape Cornwall,
Blinding was the driving wind and rain,
When on the storm there came the sound of voices,
The Geevor Lads were singing once again.

Ch.
I asked them, who?
I asked them, how?
They answered you,
They answered now.

How is it lads that I can here you singing,
When most of you died many years ago,
Well they can break the stack, the beam, the body,
But they can't break our spirit you should know.
We're singing now for those who yet may follow,
Before our voices are to weak to hear,
That they may raise the song again tomorrow,
And sing it on through each succeeding year.
Ch.