Close the coalhouse door, lad There's blood inside Blood from broken hands and feet Blood that's dried of pitblack meat Blood from hearts that know no beat Close the coalhouse door, lad There's blood inside
Close the coalhouse door, lad There's bones inside Mangled, splintered piles of bones Buried 'neath a mile of stones Not a soul to hear the groans Close the coalhouse door, lad There's bones inside
Close the coalhouse door, lad There's bairns inside Bairns that had no time to hide Bairns who saw the blackness slide Bairns beneath the mountainside Close the coalhouse door, lad There's bairns inside
Close the coalhouse door, lad And stay outside Geordie's standing at the dole And Mrs Jackson, like a fool Complains about the price of coal Close the coalhouse door, lad There's blood inside There's bones inside There's bairns inside So stay outsideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
