With white eyes...

White eyes through a blackened sky,
A hardened working day, down the mine,
Cobbled stones towards my loving wife,
Along the street, my daughter's beautiful smile.

I whistled the tune of a broken man,
I shed light with my good old pit lamp,
I rattled cages from the iron mine shaft,
Even had coal sarnies with my friend Jack!

Tough skin like the boots I wear,
To finish, hug my wife and smell her hair,
The smell of a crusty loaf and her homemade broth in the air,
A little taste? "Not until you get a wash, so up them stairs!"

White eyes through a blackened sky,
A hardened working day, down the mine,
Cobbled stones towards my loving wife,
Along the street, my daughter's beautiful smile.

Sitting down with my two favourite women for tea,
Makes me wonder, the good things in life, really are free,
I make each day count, walking the dusty miners streets,
With food on the table, we're so fortunate that we still breathe.

With white eyes through blackened sky,
I'm a working man, nothing is glorified,
With white eyes,
A miners smile,
With white eyes,
A husband to a wife
A father to a child,
With white eyes,
A special kind...