DOWN IN A HOLE

DOWN IN A HOLE

I NEVER GREW UP IN A MINING TOWN
BUT I’VE BEEN DOWN IN A HOLE
I NEVER CRIED WHILE MY LUNGS TURNED BLACK
BUT I CRY FOR THE BLACK OF MY SOUL

I STOOD IN FEAR AS THE WALLS CAVED IN
TRAPPED IN THE DARKNESS ALONE
I CRIED FOR HELP, NO-ONE HEARD
SO I CRIED FOR THE BLACK OF MY SOUL

I’VE SEEN THE YELLOW BIRDIE DIE
I HEARD MY POOR MOTHER MOAN
I’VE BEEN BELOW THE WATER LINE
DOWN IN THE BLACK OF MY SOUL

DOWN IN A HOLE, DOWN IN A HOLE
CRYING FOR THE BLACK OF MY SOUL

IF LOVE IS THE SHELTER IN THIS FORSAKEN PLACE
WHY AM I DOWN IN A HOLE?
DIGGING THROUGH YEARS OF BLOOD AND MUD
MINING THE BLACK OF MY SOUL

THERE IS A PRAYER THE MINERS USE
“DON’T BURY ME IN A HOLE”
I’M PRAYING HARD SO I WON’T BE
BURIED IN THE BLACK OF MY SOUL
I’M PRAYING HARD SO I WON’T BE
LOST IN THE BLACK OF MY SOUL


© AUDREY AULD 2004