Miner's Prayer

When the whistle blows each morning

And I walk down in that cold, dark mine

I say a prayer to my dear Savior

Please let me see the sunshine one more time

When, oh, when will it be over?

When will I lay these burdens down?

And when I die, dear Lord in Heaven

Please take my soul

From 'neath that cold, dark ground

I still grieve for my poor brother

And I still hear my dear, old mother cry

When late that night, they came and told her

He lost his life down in the Belle Ayr mine

When, oh, when will it be over?

When will I lay these burdens down?

And when I die, dear Lord in Heaven

Please take my soul

From 'neath that cold, dark ground

I have no shame

I feel no sorrow

If on this earth, not much I own

I have the love of my sweet children

An old plow mule, a shovel and a hoe

When, oh, when will it be over?

When will I lay these burdens down?

And when I die, dear Lord in Heaven

Please take my soul

From 'neath that cold, dark ground

Yeah, when I die, dear Lord in Heaven

Please take my soul

From 'neath that cold, dark ground