Who could believe we'd be So down beneath Coal mine canaries With ash on our wings
We were destined to be The harbingers of greaf I can't see in the darkness But yet you still sing And it alaways cheers me up! Oh!
The morning will come And this tiny town Will spring into life With coffee and honesty Calloused and sage These hands will take this cage Down to the coalpit And trust us their lives
But I hope you will still sing Of a long forgotten dream Of a place far from this town And I will be OK until I hear that sound