The Rarest Kind

I cannot measure the rocks that I gather
My load another man's stack
I labour hard on the live long day
Before the man and before the clock

But let me first continue the verse
Night and day
Night on night
Bury my head
Bow me down
Until the chorus is turned out
And the chased thought from a dream
Is real and revealed
And running is coming to an end

There is nothing so sweet
As the rarest find
The ways it sets unique
On the hand of every man
And the way it sets
On the palm of a woman

I cannot measure the rocks that I gather
My load another man's stack
I labour hard on the live long day
Before man and before the clock

My work puts dirt and soot under my finger nails
And a fine dusting on all of my skin's surface
Yes I am changed by its ways
My labour hurts
The work for what it is worth

A finer place for mining souls
I mine gold in coal mines
The flavour would be recognised as
The rarest kind
And recognised as a symbol of hope
In difficult times
All times are difficult

My smoke will speak of pain and pleasure
The way toward the centre

Work hard
Choose fast
Make it last
Don't waste time

A finer place
For mining souls
I mine gold
In coal mines

There is nothing so sweet
As the rarest find
The ways it sets unique
On the hand of every man
And the way it sets
On the palm of a woman