Miner's Prayer
I keep listening for the whistle in the morning
But the mines are still; no noise is in the air.
And our children wake up hungry in the morning
For the cupboards are so empty and so bear.
And their little feet, they are so cold, they stumble
And we have to pin their rags upon their backs.
And our homes are broken down and very humble,
And the winter wind comes pourin' through the cracks.
CHORUS:
Oh, it's hard to hear the hungry children crying
When I have to hands that want to do their share.
Oh, you rich men in the city, won't you have a little pity
And just listen to miner's prayer?
Just beneath the frozen ground the coal is laying,
Only waiting `till we seek it from its bed.
And above the ground, each miner stands there praying
While each miner's wife bows down her weary head.
Oh, we only ask enough to clothe and feed them
And to hear the hungry children laugh and play.
Oh, if we could give these things to those who need them,
I know that would be a miner's happy day.
[From:
http://sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/pages/tiMINEPRAY.html ]
Another miner's song/prayer:
Artist/Band: Yoakam, Dwight
Lyrics for Song: Miner's Prayer
Lyrics for Album: Guitars Cadillacs Etc
Miner's Prayer is dedicated to the memory of Luther Tibbs.
A Kentucky coal miner for 40 years, and my Grandpa.
When the whistle blows each morning
And I walk down in that cold, dark mine
I say a prayer to my dear Savior
Please let me see the sunshine one more time
Chorus:
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
I still grieve for my poor brother
And I still hear my dear old mother cry
When late that night they came and told her
He'd lost his life down in the Big Shoal Mine
Chorus:
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
I have no shame, I feel no sorrow
If on this earth not much I own
I have the love of my sweet children
An old plow mule, a shovel and a hoe
Chorus:
When oh when will it be over
When will I lay these burdens down
And when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
Yeah, when I die, dear Lord in heaven
Please take my soul from 'neath that cold dark ground
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The mining CEO/execs. needed to walk their cowardly asses down to that church to TELL the families themselves that the media/command center reports had been made in error, and that the miners had died....
I had a job for many years part of which involved sometimes delivering bad news to employees....I did it straight up, without fear, but with a heart...people will respect you for that....these are a bunch of cowards..., JMO...