Then again

Down in the mines of the Crowsnest Pass It's the men who die in labour Sweating coal from the womb of the pit It's The smell of life they savour And in that mine young man you'll find A wealth of...

I spoke too soon, it seems For you made a home in my dreams while I slept You kept running yourself through my head Like, I won't be dead Yet, I said, "You don't understand We had no control,...