Текст песни
A miner spends his life one-third below
Where every tunnel driven may be last
He knows the bowels of earth as none can know
And down into the seam he sinks, steadfast
From deep within the earth — to surface light.
The coal, the ore, the gold, the anthracite
Yet in the end, the water claims it all
When every vein is emptied, every site
Our hollowed towns stand bare and gray
Yet hope we hoard, we hold, we keep
We tear the new earth every day
Then shall our buried spirits leap
As deep below, we crave the light above
That light of hope which burns through every hour
Let miners' towns revive, let them bloom and thrive
No ray of hope must ever lose its power
From the deep of earth and stone
From the deep of soul alone
To the light of hope we cry
And we lift our voice on high
Our hollowed towns stand bare and gray
Yet hope we hoard, we hold, we keep
We tear the new earth every day
Then shall our buried spirits leap
From the deep where shadows sleep
Hear our voices from the deep
From the soul's abyss we call
Hear our voices, hear us all
Our hollowed towns stand bare and gray
Yet hope we hoard, we hold, we keep
We tear the new earth every day
Then shall our buried spirits leap
