Fountain Filled with Blood

Fountain Filled with Blood - Helen Bonchek Schneyer/Unknown

There is a fountain filled with blood

The blood of our mining men so brave

Who worked together in the black coal pits

Men who dug each other's graves

Men who dug each other's graves oh Lord

Men who dug each other's graves

Who worked together in the black coal pits

Men who dug each other's graves

There is a stream that's filled with tears

The tears of our children and our wives

For their husbands and sons

Are good mining ben

Who so senselessly have died

Who so senselessly have died oh Lord

Who so senselessly have died

For their husbands and sons

Are good mining ben

Who so senselessly have died

There is a river filled with blood

That once ran so beautiful and grand

'Til the strip miners tore down our mountainside

Now it runs brown with the blood of our land

It runs brown with the blood of our land

Oh Lord

It runs brown with the blood of our land

'Til the strip miners tore down our mountainside

Now it runs brown with the blood of our land

There is a fountain filled with blood

The blood of our brave mining men

Let us stand beneath it's powerful flood

Be revived to fight and win

Be revived to fight and win oh Lord

Be revived to fight and win

Let us stand beneath it's powerful flood

Be revived to fight and win