Halling

Halling coal from the seams
Picking coal from the grass
The world around me still beams
Though that the colour has passed

Halt I said to the charging land
Life returns to the ground
Bye bye to light and air
Our life is unfair

Halling the coal with machines
Picking some coal from the tip
I think it stays in the jeans
But i now just feel so sick

The world around me was green
Now it is just so unclean
This country is old
The country is cold

I prefer a cup of tea to a pint of beer
And Welsh choirs on the pier
I prefer a cup of tea to a pint of beer
And Welsh choirs on the pier
I prefer a cup of tea to a pint of beer
And Welsh choirs on the pier

Loose my life to the mountain
I'm not 16 anymore

I've found best way to get out of bed
Is working out how many years you have left

Ice cream with every meal
And we'll see how I feel

The sawdust runs through my veins

Grab your detector
let's drive to the beach
I hope you know I'm still in reach



Credits
Writer(s): Arron Carter
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