I won't see you `till Christmas I breathe coal dust, I get blisters But the foreman he don't worry He say work boy there's no hurry Don't that big red sun Look a lot like fire When you come out of the ground After forty eight hours
Going down down down down down Going down in Durban deep Going down down down down down There's no mercy in my sleep I just hear that drill and hammer I feel the killing heat Going two miles down to the heart Of Durban deep
I was born on amen corner I pound rock face, I get lonely But my family they go hungry Sill the boss man he call us lazy Don't the old blue heaven Look a lot like your eyes When you're blinded by the brightness Of the Transvaal sky
