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The mining villages

In the North were mining villages
Underground was coal
The sky was the horizon
Men were underground miners
 
Our windows overlooked similar windows
And rain wetted my schoolbag
But my father's eyes were so blue when he came back
That I could see the blue sky in them
I did my homework with one cheek resting on his arm
I think he was proud of me
He was bighearted as they are over there
And he made me what I am now
 
In the North were mining villages
Underground was coal
The sky was the horizon
Men were underground miners
 
Such was my childhood, it was a happy one
In the mist of washtubs
And my mountains were slag heaps
From their tops I watched the countryside
My father was a miner like his parents
My mother's hair was whiter
They belonged to the coal pit as you belong to a country
Thanks to them I know who I am
 
In the North were mining villages
Underground was coal
The sky was the horizon
Men were underground miners
 
On carnival day you could see in the townhall
A photograph of Jean Jaurès
And each glass of wine was like a pink diamond
On a background of dust disease
They talked about nineteen thirty six and firedamp
And accidents deep down the pit
They loved their job as you like a country
With them I have understood
 
In the North were mining villages
Underground was coal
The sky was the horizon
Men were underground miners
The sky was the horizon
Men were underground miners
 


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