wound so tight you could bounce a nickel off the dirty light the missing cough and I ain't had much to eat and the bed is made with a winding sheet we'll eat but then my dear I fear we'll freeze the mine is so dark you tunnel too deep to coal from the ark you'd dig eden tree and I ain't ha d much to eat and the bed is made with a winding sheet we'll eat but then my dear I fear coal off the tracks rattles my pail they're bones from his back melting like hail the mine'll soon close its blackness seeped out blackening the snow blackening our mouths and we ain't had much to eat and the bed is made with a winding sheet we'll eat but then my dear I fear we'll freeze