She is
my flower,
and she blooms for the one
who loves her best
The miners stop to watch
her when she walks
They know her love is not for sale,
she will never fail me,
cause I know I watched a girl,
the mother of a minor's child,
Waits for me beside the kitchen door.
She is my light,
in this place where the
darkness never ends.
She'll guide me where the
tunnels twist and bend.
She's the only one who'll listen
When I tell her I've got
less than I can spend
She knows the pays
Oh, mother of a miner's child
Wash away the coal dust from
my face
When the night shift's done,
she'll be waiting by the table when I come
Searching for another
dream to change
Oh, mother of a miner's child,
I know that you still think about the day
when we'll be movin' on
Remember, dear old daddy,
and the promise that I made
you carry on
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
I'm a Saturday,
and he's just a miner's boy.
I hope that he will find a better way.