I curse the day my husband carried him away Since then the sun don't shine And I pray that the Lord never turns His back On my little boy in the mines The bread no longer cuts four ways With my father falling behind So a mother was forced to give of her son My little boy in the mines That smile that lights a mother's heart Is wasted down below Everyday my pain will grow and grow He says mamma don't you worry 'bout me For you I'll always pine Then he flashes that smile through his coal black face My little boy in the mines Whenever I hear that whistle blow It's like a razor cuts so fine And it takes a piece of a mothers heart For her little boy in the mines