Coal Not Dole

Lyrics
[Verse 1] It stands so proud, the wheel so still A ghostlike figure on the hill It seems so strange there is no sound Now there are no men underground What will become of this pit-yard Where men once trampled, faces hard Tired and weary, their shift done Never having seen the sun? [Verse 2] Will it become a sacred ground Foreign tourists gazing round? Asking if men once worked here Way beneath the pit-head gear Empty trucks once filled with coal Lined up like men on the dole Will they ever be used again Or left for scrap just like the men? [Verse 3] There'll always be a happy hour For those with money, jobs and power They'll never realise the hurt They cause to men they treat like dirt
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Credits
- Writers
- Kay Sutcliffe