and she blooms for the one
They know her love is not for sale,
cause I know I watched a girl,
the mother of a minor's child,
Waits for me beside the kitchen door.
She'll guide me where the
She's the only one who'll listen
Oh, mother of a miner's child
Wash away the coal dust from
When the night shift's done,
she'll be waiting by the table when I come
Oh, mother of a miner's child,
I know that you still think about the day
Remember, dear old daddy,
and the promise that I made
Sometimes I smile in the caves
where the cables softly hum
I curse those troubles to the bone
But the mother of a miner's child
is waiting for her paycheck to come home
and he's just a miner's boy.
I hope that he will find a better way.
