Down in the dark of the Cumberland mine,
There's blood and the coal
Roads that never saw sun nor sky.
In the town of Spring Hill
Often the earth will tremble and roll.
When the earth is restless,
Bone and blood is the price of coal.
Bone and blood is the price of coal.
In the town of Spring Hill,
Late in the year of fifty -eight,
But it's dark as the grave
The rattle of the belts and
Rumble of rock and the walls close round
The liv ing and the dead men
Flipping and the dead man
Twelve men lay in the dark and sang.
Long hop gazed in a minus two.
It was three feet high and
Three feet high and a hundred
And Caleb rushed and he up and said
There's no more wa ter, no light, no bread
So we'll live on songs and hope instead
Live on songs and hope instead.
of the bare -faced miners.
Listen through the rubble
Six hundred feet of coal and slag.
Hope imprisoned in a three -foot seam.
Hope imprisoned in a three -foot seam
Leaving the dead to lie alone
Through all their lives they dug a grave
Two miles of earth for a marking stone
Two miles of earth for a marking stone