Picking up the pieces, shattered by the fall
Finding hidden treasure, in amongst it all
We keep the rhythm going, as the men go deep
Crush it grind it break it down
Picking up the pieces, same thing every day
Passing time together, in thoughts of yesterday
And 'tho the work is hard it's all we've ever known
Crush it grind it break it down
In the night when work is done, we feed our families one by one
We dream of long silk petticoats and skirts so fine
And at the dance when the music stops
We'll be breaking hearts instead of rocks
We'll be back upon the moor by morning light
Picking up the pieces, all we can do is pray
And 'tho our hearts are aching, it's just another day
Nothing ever changes, nothing ever will
Crush it grind it break it down
In the night when work is done, we feed our families one by one
We dream of long silk petticoats and skirts so fine
And at the dance when the music stops
We'll be breaking hearts instead of rocks
We'll be back upon the moor by morning light