Deep within the earth
A man found his worth
In the black gold he mined
And mortgaged his future
To feed and clothe his family
Give up the ghosts
To those who can see
Through all the coal dust
And into eternity
Saint Nick and all the prayers
Could only save the miners
Who stayed home that holiday
Even though they didn't get paid
There's more important things
Than money
But that's easy to say
When your soul's not owed
To the company store
There goes all your pay
1907 was a bad year
For explosions in the mines
They paid dear with their lives
Leaving children, girlfriends, and wives
Darr wasn't the first
And it certainly wasn't the last
The mine owners refused to see
Past their denial and greed
Some were never recovered
Of the hundreds lost that day
Buried in the same holes
Where they gave up their souls
They joined their brothers and sisters
Mourned and never forgotten
In a land far away
From their ancestral homes
Across the seas
