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作词 : Hazel Dickens |
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作曲 : Hazel Dickens |
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Up there on that hillside there's an old miner's grave |
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And the briars and bushes about cover it up these days |
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And there's no one to claim it or care if he's gone away |
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For he was only a miner and it's only a coal miner's grave. |
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So, pay no attention; it's only an old miner's grave. |
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Pay no attention to the briars and the weeds - let them stay, |
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'Cause who's gonna miss him or care that he's gone a-way. |
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He was only a miner, and it's only a coal miner's grave. |
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Francis Estep from Holly Grove W.Va., |
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In nineteen and thirty loaded coal ten hours a day |
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Six days a week, forty-seven and a half cents a ton. |
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He was shot down by gun thugs at the young age of thirty-one. |
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So the briars and brambles ramble all over his grave, |
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Like the thorns in his life, for living he had to pay. |
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Now there's no one to miss him, care that he's gone a-way. |
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He was only a miner and it's only a coal miner's grave. |
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So is this little marker his only memorial today? |
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A man, who gave his life for the U.M.W.of A. |
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Is this how we remember all the sacrifices he made? |
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To let the briars and the weeds take over his Union and grave. |
