In the coalmine a fire's burning  Strange 'cause there ain't no coal they're turning  It ain't no blackened, poison gold  To seek in those rocks of mould  But in the coalmine, a fire's burning there    We're here to see you dance and  We're here to get in trance when  Red lights are burning bright and  You're the mistress of the night    Outside the mine a girl is weeping  And next to her a dog is sleeping  Money in the pocket and a dogbone  Little baby and Sandman on a cold stone  Outside the mine, a girl is weeping there    We're here to see you dance and  We're here to get in trance when  Red lights are burning bright and  You're the mistress of the night    © Johan Edlund 1999