page contents
 

Ernest Howard Crosby

"The Land of the Noonday Night" (karaoke)

"The Land of the Noonday Night" (sheet music)


We have eyes to see like you,

In the heart of the deep, deep mine,

But there's nothing to mark but the dreadful dark,

Where the sun can never shine.

On the banks of clammy coal,

Our lamps cast a flick'ring light

At the bottom drear of the moist black hole

In the land of the noonday night.

 

But our home is not like yours;

'Tis a bare, unpainted shack,

Where the raindrops pour on the shaky floor,

And the coal dust stains it black.

Not a flow'r or blade of grass

Can escape the grimy blight

For the face of our yard is seared and scarred

In the land of the noonday night.

 

And we labor with straining arms

For the pittance they deign to give,

And our boys must quit the school for the pit

To drudge that we all may live.

And our teeth feel the grit of the mine

In the very bread we bite,

And our inmost soul is defiled with coal

In the land of the noonday night.

 

Who was it made the coal?

Our God as well as theirs!

If He gave it free to you and to me,

Then, keep us out, who dares!

Let the people have their mines,

Their own by immortal right,

And good prevail under hill and dale

In the land of the noonday night.


Leave a comment:

  •