Down In The Valley, The Valley So Low
Lay The Town Over, Hear The Winds Blow
Lay The Town Over, Dig It All In
For What We Once Had Will Not Come Again
The People Are Crying, The People Are Down
They Look At The crevice Where Once lived A town
And Its Not For The Money, Its Not For The Blame
They Just Cry For A Ghost Town, Thats Such A great Shame
Take Six Politicians To Dig Me A Grave
Take Six intellectuals, My Soul Try To Save
And Six Union Workers, A Red Flag To wave
And One stupid Singer To Rant And To rave
Now Old King Coal Was A Merry Old Soul
And A Merry Old Soul Was He
Cause He Fed My Dad & He Fed My Mum
Kept Us Children Three
And I Remember Old Coach Road
And The Pine Trees By Its Side
And I Remember The Playground There
And Every Swing & Slide
Its Goodbye To You My Old Grey Friend
Soon Your Days Are At an End
They"ll Dig You Up, Tear You Down
Good Bye To You, Industrial Town
In The Morning When The Sun Came Up
On Commission Housing There
You Could Feel The Ash From The Mine Sometime
Come Floating Through The Air
But Times Were Good & We Didn't Mind
About The Chimney And Their Mess
Three Meals A day, A Sleep At Night
We Couldn't Of Cared Less
Its Goodbye To You My Old Grey Friend
Soon Your Days Are At an End
They"ll Dig You Up, Tear You Down
Good Bye To You, Industrial Town
Time Moved On, We Moved Away
How A young Child Soon Forgets
Twelve Years Later I Returned
And I See With Regret
Empty Houses, Empty Streets
Not A single Soul To Meet
Sold Right Out, Damned On Whim
Sing This Chorus, Sing This Hymn
Its Goodbye To You My Old Grey Friend
Soon Your Days Are At an End
They"ll Dig You Up, Tear You Down
Good Bye To You, Industrial Town
