Tonalità: G# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
F#
G#m
Come gather 'round,
friends
F#
And I'll tell you a tale
G#m
F#
G#m
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
B
But the cardboard filled windows
F#
And old men on the benches
G#m
F#
G#m
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
Verse 2
G#m
In the north end of town
F#
My own children are grown
G#m
F#
G#m
But I was raised up on the other
B
In the wee hours of youth
F#
My mother took sick
G#m
F#
And I was brought up by my brother
G#m
Verse 3
The iron ore poured
F#
As the years passed the door
G#m
F#
The drag lines an' the shovels
was a-humming
G#m
B
Till Till one day my brother
F#
Failed to come home
G#m
F#
G#m
The same as my father before him
Verse 4
G#m
Well, a long winter's wait
F#
From the window I watched
G#m
My friends,
F#
G#m
they couldn't have been kinder
B
And my schooling was cut
F#
As I quit in the spring
G#m
F#
To marry John Thomas, a miner
G#m
Verse 5
Oh, the years passed again
F#
And the givin' was good
G#m
With the lunch buckets
F#
G#m
filled every season
B
What with three babies born
F#
The work was cut down
G#m
F#
G#m
To a half a day's shift with no reason
Verse 6
G#m
Then the shaft was soon shut
F#
And my work, it was cut
G#m
F#
G#m
And the firing air, it felt frozen
B
Till a man come to speak
F#
And he said in one week
G#m
F#
That number eleven was closin'
G#m
Verse 7
They complained in the East
F#
That they are paying too high
G#m
F#
They say that your ore
G#m
ain't worth digging
B
That it's much cheaper down
F#
In South American town
G#m
F#
Where the miners work almost for nothing
G#m
Verse 8
So the mining gates locked
F#
And the red iron rotted
G#m
And the room smelled
F#
G#m
heavy from drinking
B
Where the sad, silent song
F#
Made the hour twice as long
G#m
F#
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
G#m
Verse 9
I lived by the window
F#
As he talked to himself
G#m
F#
This si lence of tongues,
G#m
it was building
B
Then one morning's wake
F#
The bed, it was bare
G#m
F#
And I's left alone with three
children
G#m
Verse 10
The summer is gone
F#
The ground's turning cold
G#m
F#
The stars, one by one,
they're a-foldin'
G#m
B
My My children will go
F#
As soon as they grow
G#m
Oh, there ain't nothing
F#
G#m
here now to hold them
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