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……….
