Inspired By Program On Last
Slate Mine Being Kept Open By One Man.
Welded In The Rock Passed Down
Striving In The Darkness To Pass Down Again
Toiling With Love Under A Veil Of Hate
Toiling In The Green Gold.
Dampness Rising, Droplets Of Aspiration
Descending, Turning Preconceptions
Into A Treacherous Unknown
On The Surface Of The Green Gold.
Hard Labour Assured And Protection Sought
Portection From Nature By Nature
Homes Capped By It’s Local Personality
Capped By Green Gold.
Rising Up From Times Unknown
Layer Upon Layer Fired Deep In The Ground
Deep In The Soul Of All Who Work Her
All Whose Future Lies In Green Gold.
Still Dark Caverns Lie Waiting
But Rare Is The Soul Who Will Value The Toil
For Progress Does Not Include
The Value Of Green Gold