WebDwight Yoakam. G When the whistle blows each morning, and I D G walk down in that cold dark mine. I say a D prayer for my dear savior please let me see G the sunshine one more time. CHORUS C G C When oh when will it be over when will I D G lay these burdens down and when I die dear D Lord in heaven please take my sole from G beneath that cold ... WebTo scratch out a living the best that I can. But deep in this heart lies the soul of a man. With black-covered faces and hard calloused hands, We ride the dark tunnels, our work to begin. To labor and toil as we harvest the coal. We silently pray, “Lord, please harvest our souls!” Just a corner in Heaven when I’ve grown too old.

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Web" Miners " is a poem by Wilfred Owen. He wrote the poem in Scarborough in January 1918, a few weeks after leaving Craiglockhart War Hospital where he had been recovering from shell-shock. Owen wrote the poem in direct response to the Minnie Pit Disaster in which 156 people (155 miners, 1 rescue worker) died. [1] Background [ edit] WebFather was a Miner Father was a Miner My father was a miner, He worked deep underground; The rush of drams and clanking chains. They were his daily sounds. He worked so far below the ground, Where coal was hewed by pick, The work so hard and wages small He didn’t dare go sick. He crawled upon his belly. In drifts so low and narrow, plant called frog belly