We sing our bairns to sleep with songs that workers made,
And thrill them with black-dust bogie-men when day is done,
But these ghosts and mighty giants are no fairytales,
But men that walked amongst us once, but now they’re gone.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
They jowled, jowled and listened as they hacked and picked,
A lifetime lit by lamplight, not by sky or sun,
And through the ground beneath our feet they chewed and licked,
Some were swallowed with a mighty swipe of the earth’s own tongue.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
And the women watched and waited, ever strong and bold,
And laughed and loved, despite those many mouths to feed,
And damn the fatcat masters and the lies they told,
As they sacrificed good men to the gods of gain and greed.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
And the pulley wheels and white machines grew cold and still,
Unions lay broken by deceit and lies,
Sad eyes were left to stare down from a pit-boot hill,
But the glory of the lives they led will never die.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
And thrill them with black-dust bogie-men when day is done,
But these ghosts and mighty giants are no fairytales,
But men that walked amongst us once, but now they’re gone.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
They jowled, jowled and listened as they hacked and picked,
A lifetime lit by lamplight, not by sky or sun,
And through the ground beneath our feet they chewed and licked,
Some were swallowed with a mighty swipe of the earth’s own tongue.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
And the women watched and waited, ever strong and bold,
And laughed and loved, despite those many mouths to feed,
And damn the fatcat masters and the lies they told,
As they sacrificed good men to the gods of gain and greed.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
And the pulley wheels and white machines grew cold and still,
Unions lay broken by deceit and lies,
Sad eyes were left to stare down from a pit-boot hill,
But the glory of the lives they led will never die.
These things I know, for the Pitmen Poets told me so.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2018/5/7 - 12:43
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Parole e musica di Jez Lowe
Nell’album “The Ballad Beyond”
Testo trovato sul sito dell’autore