Pete Seeger — The Dying Miner

It happened an hour ago Way down in a tunnel of coal The gas caught fire from somebody's lamp And the miners are choking in smoke Dear sister and brother, goodbye Dear father and mother, goodbye My fingers are weak, I cannot write Goodbye, Centralia, goodbye This looks like the end for me, and all of my buddies, I see We're all writing letters, to the ones that we love Please carry these words to our wives I hear the moans and the groans Of more than a hundred good men When the night whistle blows And I don't come home, do all that you can to help mom Dear sister and brother, goodbye Dear father and mother, goodbye My fingers are weak, I cannot write Goodbye, Centralia, goodbye Goodbye, Centralia, goodbye