Tonalità: D major•
Verse 1
D
I'll sing you a very, very
quiet one.
This is from a woman called
Kay
Sutcliffe, who lives in a village called
Elsham in
Kent.
And she wrote this when
two pits in the
Kent coal field closed and
they just shut the other one.
So this is for her and them down
there.
It's called
Call
Not
Dull.
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 man on the ground what
it will become of this petty yard when man once trampled
face his heart tired
don't know whether she's done
Never having seen the sun
Will it become our sacred ground
Foreign tourists gazing round
Bm
Asking if man once worked here
D
Way beneath the pitted gear
Empty trucks once filled with coal,
lined up like men on the dole
Will they ever be used again,
or left for scrap just like the men?
There'll always be a happy hour
For those with the money, jobs
and power
They'll never realise the hurt
Eb
D
They cause to men they treat like dirt
There'll always be a happy hour
For those with the money,
jobs and power
They'll never realise the hurt
They cause to men they treat like dirt
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