[00:00.000] 作曲 : Fox, Sutcliffe[00:00.000]It stands so proud, the wheel so still,[00:06.056]A ghostlike figure on the hill.[00:10.876]It seems so strange, there is no sound,[00:16.252]Now there are no men underground.[00:21.443]What will become of this pit yard where men once trampled, faces hard?[00:31.454]So tired and weary, their shift done,[00:36.459]Never having seen the sun.[00:41.650]There’ll always be a happy hour for those with money, jobs and power;[00:51.476]They’ll never realise the hurt they cause to men they treat like dirt.[01:01.672]Will it become a sacred ground?[01:07.419]Foreign tourists gazing round,[01:12.053]Asking if men once worked here,[01:15.761]Way beneath this pithead gear.[01:19.840]Empty trucks once filled with coal,[01:24.289]Lined up like men on the dole.[01:29.109]Will they are be used again[01:33.558]Or left for scrap just like the men?[01:39.861]There’ll always be a happy hour for those with money, jobs and power;[01:49.458]They’ll never realise the hurt they do to men they treat like dirt.