My father used to work the seam Far below the ground Digging for the coal to melt the steel But now he stands a lonely man Idle and forlorn Just like the iron wheels That took him down
I can't stop my tears from falling Falling down like rain Your words of wisdom Call to me I hang my head in shame We're living in the calm before the storm We're living in the calm before the storm
He used to be the fisherman Who sailed the mighty sea Searching for the harvest from the deep But now the fleets are rusting hulks Anchored at the quay Floating on a cold grey empty sea
My father was a working man He gave his life to me His spirit reaches out Through time and guides my destiny