In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia   Down in the heart of the Cumberland Mine   There's blood on the coal and miners lie   In the roads that never saw sun or sky   Roads that never saw sun or sky      Down at the coal face the miner's working   Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade   Crumble of rock and the walls close round   Living and the dead men, two miles down   Living and the dead men, two miles down      Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft   Listen for the drilling of a rescue team   Six hundred feet of coal and slag   Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam   Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam      Eight days passed and some were rescued   Leaving the dead to lie alone   All their lives they dug their graves   Two miles of earth for a marking stone   Two miles of earth for a marking stone      In the town of Spring Hill you don't sleep easy   Often the Earth will tremble and groan   When the Earth is restless, miners die   Bone and blood is the price of coal   Bone and blood is the price of coal