wound so tight
you could bounce a nickel off
the dirty light
the missing cough
and I ain't had much to eat
and the bed is made
with a winding sheet
we'll eat
but then my dear
I fear
we'll freeze
the mine is so dark
you tunnel too deep
to coal from the ark
you'd dig eden tree
and I ain't ha d much to eat
and the bed is made
with a winding sheet
we'll eat
but then my dear
I fear
coal off the tracks
rattles my pail
they're bones from his back
melting like hail
the mine'll soon close
its blackness seeped out
blackening the snow
blackening our mouths
and we ain't had much to eat
and the bed is made
with a winding sheet
we'll eat
but then my dear
I fear
we'll freeze