Coal Not Dole (Live)

[Intro]
See, you're very, very quiet
Well, this is from a woman called Kay Sutcliffe
Who lives in a village called Aylesham in Kent
And she wrote this
When two pits in the Kent coal field closed
And they've shut the other one
So this is for 'em down there
It's called "Coal Not Dole"

[Verse 1]
It stands so proud, the wheel so still
A ghostlike figure on the hill
It seems so strange there is no sound
Now there are no men underground
What will becomе of this pit-yard
Where men oncе trampled, faces hard
Tired and weary, their shift done
Never having seen the sun?

[Verse 2]
Will it become a sacred ground
Foreign tourists gazing round?
Asking if there once worked here
Way beneath the pit-head gear
Empty trucks once filled with coal
Lined up like men on the dole
Will they ever be used again
Or left for scrap just like the men?

[Verse 3]
There'll always be a happy hour
For those with money, jobs and power
They'll never realise the hurt
They cause to men they treat like dirt
There'll always be a happy hour
For those with money, jobs and power
They'll never realise the hurt
They cause to men they treat like dirt