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BLACK DIAMOND (M. Garvey) Black as a miner's face Black as a foreman's heart Black as the weather when we buried them together Cause we couldn't tell their bones apart...couldn't tell their bones apart Green the few dollars we earn Green the wet wood we must burn By the banks of Green River the miners' children shiver And they know that it soon will be my turn Know that it soon will be my turn White for our sliver of soap White for our last ray of hope White for the coffin that our town has seen so often Carried up that wet mossy slope Carried up that wet mossy slope Red for the sun we hear shines And red for the red danger signs And the fires underground that will burn the year around In the tunnels of the Black Diamond Mines Tunnels of the Black Diamond Mines.. (supposedly fires are still burning....Black Diamond is a town southeast of Seattle...very soft coal...not mined now...a graveyard with one grave and six bodies..."Morte in esplosione" is the gravestone...5 Italian..one maybe Czech??? @mining @disaster @death @fire filename[ BLCKDIAM apr97  8note Sheet |
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