text: In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia
  Down in the heart of the Cumberland Mine
  Theres blood on the coal and miners lie
  In the roads that never saw sun or sky
  Roads that never saw sun or sky
  Down at the coal face the miners workin
  Rattle of the belt and the cutters blade
  Crumble of rock and the walls close round
  Living and the dead men two miles down
  Living and the dead men two miles down
  Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft
  Listen for the drillin of a rescue team
  Six hundred feet of coal and slag
  Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam
  Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam
  Eight days passed and some were rescued
  Leaving the dead to lie alone
  All their lives they dug their graves
  Two miles of earth for a markin stone
  Two miles of earth for a markin stone
  In the town of Spring Hill you dont sleep easy
  Often the Earth will tremble and groan
  When the Earth is restless, miners die
  Bone and blood is the price of coal
  Bone and blood is the price of coal