A baby cries in the morning sun
As the mother looks down on her fatherless one
And the rescue team foes on and on
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
And her eyes they show a tear of pain
As she looks out through her windowpane
Well, her man ain't coming home again
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
Well, he died when he was just twenty-two
And a young man in his prime
And he left a wife and a baby boy
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
Well, the mother will live and her boy will grow
In a few more know
That the mother from those other times
Has lost another man to the mines
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
As the mother looks down on her fatherless one
And the rescue team foes on and on
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
And her eyes they show a tear of pain
As she looks out through her windowpane
Well, her man ain't coming home again
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
Well, he died when he was just twenty-two
And a young man in his prime
And he left a wife and a baby boy
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
Well, the mother will live and her boy will grow
In a few more know
That the mother from those other times
Has lost another man to the mines
More good men goin' down
More good men goin' down.
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