
Date of issue: 23.03.2016
Song language: English
Canary |
The call of the ore |
Stretched the lengths of the plains |
And drew all the men to the iron ore range |
& From the windows I would watch |
Them gain in white and lose in black |
Here in the dark no need to be scared |
‘cause I will be your guiding hand |
And in the shafts |
When they wouldn’t come back |
Cold red faces dressed in black |
Their dormant lips had sealed their fate |
Without a warning they knew too late |
Here in the dark no need to be scared |
‘cause I will be your guiding hand |
scorched throats sang funeral songs |
and asked why they had been undone |
until canary like the sun came down down down |
into the mines |
Now trees and leaves grow through the floors |
And in the mines there rots the ore |
And for those who never came back |
Canary sings for those dressed in black |
Here in the dark no need to be scared |
‘cause I will be your guiding hand |