In the early 1800’s, large groups of mainly unskilled labourers built england’s railways. the cost in human terms alone was very high...
Leaving my family behind me
Not knowing what lay ahead
Waving goodbye, as I left them in tears
Remembering all we’d said
I looked to the sky, I offered my prayers
I asked him for guidance and strength
But the simple beliefs of a simple man
Lay in his hands, and on my head
I gave everything that they wanted
But still they wanted more
We sweat and we toiled
Good men lost their lives
I don’t think they knew what for
I sold them my heart
I sold them my soul
I gave everything I had
Ah but they couldn’t break my spirit
My dignity fought back,
Fightback
Can you hear me
Can you see
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you see
We worked in gangs for all we were worth
The young boys pulling the wagons
We were digging the tunnel, shifting the earth
It was then that it happened.
No-one knew how the cracks appeared
But as it fell they all disappeared
Stone fell like rain
Can you hear me,
Can you see
Don’t you hear me
Can you breathe
The smoke cleared, the dust it settled
No one knew how many had died
All around there were broken men
They’d said it was safe, they’d lied
You could hear the cries, you could smell the fear
But good fortune that day was mine
And it occurred to me the heart of a good man
It seems is hard to find.
Can you hear me,
Can you see
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you see
We worked, how we worked like
The devil for our pay
Through the wind, through the snow,
And through the rain
Blasting and cutting through gods country like a knife
Sweat stinging my eyes, there has to be a better life
Ah but I can hear my childrens’ cry
I can see the tears in their eyes
Memories of those I’ve left behind
Still ringing in my ears
Will I ever go back again
Will I ever see her face again
I’ll never forget that night
As they waved goodbye to their fathers
We came from the north,
And we came from the south
With picks and with spades
And a new kind of order
Showing no fear of what lies up ahead
They’ll never see the likes of us again
Driving the last spike,
Lifting and laying the track
With blistering hands,
The sun burning your back
Oh but I can hear my childrens’ cry
I can see the tears in their eyes
Memories of those I’ve left behind
Still ringing in my ears
Well I’ll always remember that night,
As they waved goodbye to their fathers
We followed the rail, we slept under the stars
Digging in darkness, and living with danger
Showing no fear of what lies up ahead
They’ll never see the likes of us again
Can you hear me
Can you see
Don’t you hear me
Don’t you see
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