In the town of spring hill, nova scotia,
Down in the heart of the cumberland mine,
Theres blood on the coal and miners lie
In the roads that never saw sun or sky
Roads that never saw sun or sky.
Down at the coal face the miners workin
Rattle of the belt and the cutters blade
Crumble of rock and the walls close round
Living and the dead men two miles down
Living and the dead men two miles down
Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft
Listen for the drillin of a rescue team
Six hundred feet of coal and slag
Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam
Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam
Eight days passed and some were rescued
Leaving the dead to lie alone
All their lives they dug their graves
Two miles of earth for a markin stone
Two miles of earth for a markin stone
In the town of spring hill you dont sleep easy
Often the earth will tremble and groan
When the earth is restless, miners die
Bone and blood is the price of coal
Bone and blood is the price of coal
