In the
town on Spring Hill,
Nova Scotia
Down in the dark of
the Cumberland mine
There's blood on the coal
and the miners' line
In the roads that never
saw sun nor sky
Roads that never saw sun nor sky
In the town on Spring Hill
you don't sleep easy
Often the earth will tremble and roll
When the earth is restless miners die
Bone and blood is the price of gold
Bone and blood is the price of gold
In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia
Late in the year of 58
Day still comes and the sun still shines
But it's dark as the grave
in the Cumberland Mark
It's dark as the grave in the
pampala night
Down at the coal face, miners working
Rattle of the belt and the
catcher's blade
Rumble of the rock and
the walls close round
The living and the dead
men two miles down
The living and the dead men
two miles down
Twelve men lay two miles
from the pit shop
Twelve men lay in the dark and sang
Long hot days and a minus two
It was three feet high and
a hundred long
Three feet high and a hundred long
Three days passed and
the lamps gave out
And Caleb rushed on
the app and said
There's no more water, no light, no bread
So we live on songs and hope instead
We live on songs and hope instead
Listen for the shouts
of the bare -faced miners
Listen through the rubble
for a rescue team
Six hundred feet of coal and slag
Hope imprisoned in a three -foot sea
Hope imprisoned in a three
-foot sea
Eight days passed and
some were res cued
Leaving the dead to lie
alone
Two miles of earth for a marking stone
Two miles of earth for a marking stone you