Canary

The call of the ore
 Stretched the lengths of the plains
 And drew all the men to the iron ore range
 & From the windows I would watch
 Them gain in white and lose in black
 Here in the dark no need to be scared
 'cause I will be your guiding hand
 And in the shafts
 When they wouldn't come back
 Cold red faces dressed in black
 Their dormant lips had sealed their fate
 Without a warning they knew too late
 Here in the dark no need to be scared
 'cause I will be your guiding hand
 scorched throats sang funeral songs
 and asked why they had been undone
 until canary like the sun came down down down
 into the mines
 Now trees and leaves grow through the floors
 And in the mines there rots the ore
 And for those who never came back
 Canary sings for those dressed in black
 Here in the dark no need to be scared
 'cause I will be your guiding hand