Black Diamond

(Grange/Wheatley)

Look down those streets, at the black dirty stone

A hard place to live, but still they called it home

Look at all the faces, hard like wind and rain

That blows around the dirty streets and blows around again

And at the end of a dirty working day – you pick up your pay

And kiss the Black Diamond

 

Look at the wheel on the hill, beneath a mighty hole

Where many lived and many died to open seams of coal

Bob Noble went down one day, they never brought him back

They closed the seam and wrote the names upon a hero’s plaque

And at the end of a dirty working day – you pick up your pay

And kiss the Black Diamond

 

His wife and kids survived ‘cause everyone’s the same

And once a week they’d go and stand and look at daddy’s name

They said they’d all remember no one would be forgot

But they closed the mine killed the town and left them all to rot

And at the end of a dirty working day – you pick up your pay

And at the end of a dirty working day – you pick up your pay

And at the end of another dirty working day

There’s nothing left to say

And at the end of a dirty working day – you pick up your pay

And at the end of a dirty working day – you pick up your pay

And at the end of another dirty working day

There’s nothing left……….