[1] The birds are sweetly singin'and the [4] sun is shinin' [1] brightBut in our place of toilingIt is as [5] dark as [1] night
Shut up in the mines at coal creekI know we're bound to deathBut if we'll trust in JesusOur souls to heaven will fly
Oh I see my loved onesMy wife is in distressShe does not know that her husbandIs goin' home to rest
The sky is falling my darlingAnd death is right at handI'm going home to heavenTo live in a better land
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