Lyrics

I guess there’s no one here who knew my father
No one here who worked at Westray mine
He’s not around to tell us his old stories
But he whispers from the darkness of my mind.

I guess there’s no one here who knew my brother
He worked the last big shift at Westray mine
There’s laughter in his picture by my window
But the brutal, ugly truth is hard to find.

I guess I miss them mostly in the morning
Each time I hear the dreadful whistle sound
But all those tears keep pouring down the mineshaft
Where there’s coaldust and black diamonds underground.

I guess there’s no one here who knew my father
He sleeps deep in the dark of Westray mine
They say that both are lost down there forever
But never in this bitter heart of mine.
Never in this bitter heart of mine.

Lyrics transcribed by Heather Sparling from the recording.