The Miners Tear

THE MINER’s TEAR With a blackened finger he points and fears This terrible day of four hundred tear’s Young mothers, wives and brides to be Their loved ones smile once more to see. Who will they bring from this hell? Deeper than the drinking well. Young David? Just a boy you know! Or old man Bryn with son in tow? A massive blast a wind that burns With all their heart they run and turn. The smell of gas came much too late That spark of light that sealed their fate. The men and boys of the colliery No more nights of life to see Now laying cold in a saddened grave For our comfort their lives they gave We will not forget you Brave men of coal Risking your life in that deepest hole You will always be here in our dreams , Risking it all on Welsh coal seams.