Come on lads, walk beside me
one more time into the darkness
further than we've ever been before.
Come on lads, walk in line
we work the coalface
work the longwall.
Following on from our fathers and brothers
into the depths of the lower measures
light from a distant sun
plays across the shore
oceans rise and fall.
Wild untamed and unknown places
were nothing to us, fell before us.
We shaped the land
we changed the skyline
we had our day
our day is over.
Following on from our fathers and brothers
out of the depths of the lower measures
light from a distant sun
plays across the shore
oceans rise and fall.
We're working men, we follow the seam
under the hills to the end of the lode.
We're working men, we follow the seam
under the fields to the end of the lode,
it's the end of the road.
So come on lads, walk beside me
one last time into the darkness.
Out across the open skyline
shafts are capped and wheels stop turning.
Following on from our fathers and brothers
out of the depths of the lower measures
light from a distant sun
plays across the shore
oceans rise and fall.
We're working men...