[00:00.000] 作词 : Kay Sutcliffe/Traditional/mat fox
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Kay Sutcliffe/Traditional/mat fox
[00:00.000]It stands so proud, the wheel so still,
[00:06.056]A ghostlike figure on the hill.
[00:10.876]It seems so strange, there is no sound,
[00:16.252]Now there are no men underground.
[00:21.443]What will become of this pit yard where men once trampled, faces hard?
[00:31.454]So tired and weary, their shift done,
[00:36.459]Never having seen the sun.
[00:41.650]There’ll always be a happy hour for those with money, jobs and power;
[00:51.476]They’ll never realise the hurt they cause to men they treat like dirt.
[01:01.672]Will it become a sacred ground?
[01:07.419]Foreign tourists gazing round,
[01:12.053]Asking if men once worked here,
[01:15.761]Way beneath this pithead gear.
[01:19.840]Empty trucks once filled with coal,
[01:24.289]Lined up like men on the dole.
[01:29.109]Will they are be used again
[01:33.558]Or left for scrap just like the men?
[01:39.861]There’ll always be a happy hour for those with money, jobs and power;
[01:49.458]They’ll never realise the hurt they do to men they treat like dirt.