And I swear to God if I ever see the[D] sun

Or[G] for any lenght of time,I can[C] hold it in my[G] mind

I never again will[D] go down under[G]ground

 

At the age of sixteen years,I quarreled with the spears

Who swore that never be another one

In the dark recess of the mines,where you age before your time

And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs.

 

At the age of sixty four,he'll greet you at the door

And gently lead you by the arm

To the dark recess of the mine,he'll take you back in time

And tell you of the hardships that were had