MINER'S LULLABY
Once, long ago, he was handsome & tall And fit to be called to the war.
We left our village, family and all to never return any more.
Now he takes his coat, his bucket & lamp and whistles away to the cage. Where men young & old from all over the camp Gather in search of a wage.
Chorus
Husband, sleep, lay your head back & dream a slow falling leaf borne down To the stream, then carried away on the wings in the arms of morphine Homeward far over the sea.
My husband and I are Roman in faith and we have a secret to keep;
If ever his life is taken away, Then gentle and long will he sleep.
Now some men pass with family around, and linens and blankets so clean But seldom a miner goes under the ground without his tin of morphine.
And now here's a word, an explosion is heard;
The miners are trapped far below; If any survived down there alive, I'm Certain we never will know. Although our families have vainly appealed, no Rescue attempt can be seen; Our hope for loved ones in the dark earth Sealed, now lies in a tin of morphine.
Copyright c1973 Bruce Phillips
Once, long ago, he was handsome & tall And fit to be called to the war.
We left our village, family and all to never return any more.
Now he takes his coat, his bucket & lamp and whistles away to the cage. Where men young & old from all over the camp Gather in search of a wage.
Chorus
Husband, sleep, lay your head back & dream a slow falling leaf borne down To the stream, then carried away on the wings in the arms of morphine Homeward far over the sea.
My husband and I are Roman in faith and we have a secret to keep;
If ever his life is taken away, Then gentle and long will he sleep.
Now some men pass with family around, and linens and blankets so clean But seldom a miner goes under the ground without his tin of morphine.
And now here's a word, an explosion is heard;
The miners are trapped far below; If any survived down there alive, I'm Certain we never will know. Although our families have vainly appealed, no Rescue attempt can be seen; Our hope for loved ones in the dark earth Sealed, now lies in a tin of morphine.
Copyright c1973 Bruce Phillips
Performed by Anke Sumerhill
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www.ankesummerhill.com