Sea Green Singers - Repertoire

	Coal not dole by Matthew Fox and Kaye Sutcliffe A It stands so proud, the wheel so still. A ghost-like figure on the hill. It seems so strange. There is no sound. Now there are no men underground.	Note: the letters A and B refer to the two sections on the musical score. B What will become of this pit-yard, Where men once trampled, faces hard? So tired and weary, their shift done, Never having seen the sun.
	A Will it become a sacred ground? Foreign tourists gazing round. Asking if men once worked here, Way beneath the pit-head gear.	B Empty trucks, once filled with coal Line up like men on the dole. Will they e'er be used again? Or left for scrap, just like the men.
		BThere'll always be a happy hour For those with money, jobs and power. They'll never realise the hurt They've caused to those they treat like dirt.
	A What will become of this pit-yard, Where men once trampled, faces hard? So tired and weary, their shift done, Never having seen the sun.	B There'll always be a happy hour For those with money, jobs and power. They'll never realise the hurt They've caused to those they treat like dirt.