The call of the ore Stretched the lengths of the plains And drew all the men to the iron ore range & From the windows I would watch Them gain in white and lose in black Here in the dark no need to be scared 'Cause I will be your guiding hand And in the shafts When they wouldn't come back Cold red faces dressed in black Their dormant lips had sealed their fate Without a warning they knew too late Here in the dark no need to be scared 'Cause I will be your guiding hand Scorched throats sang funeral songs And asked why they had been undone Until canary like the sun came down down down Into the mines Now trees and leaves grow through the floors And in the mines there rots the ore And for those who never came back Canary sings for those dressed in black Here in the dark no need to be scared 'Cause I will be your guiding hand