Treasures


The company man waits
On top of the ground,
The rest of us come since
Our Treasures were bound,
But his was where mine is
'Cuz his has been found -
The coal's made it up but
My love's underground

We sit back and watch
The men walk on the moon
And wonder aloud
Will some changes come soon?
The depths of the sea
Bring a livelier tune
Then when ours leave home
With the promise of doom

You've heard people talk
Of the company store
So much has been changed
It's not all like before
But Death waits inside
The black hole in the core
A long wait, a short wait
Death always wants more.

Oh how many men
Will go down to die
Just to keep the holes shored
To keep vents blowin' high?
The laws have been set
But men pass them by
To keep us diggin' the coal
To keep the profit line high.

The company man waits
On top of the ground
The rest of us come since
Our Treasures were bound
But his was where mine is
'Cuz his has been found -
The coal's made it up, but

My love's underground
by Campbell Forrester


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