I won't see you `till Christmas

I breathe coal dust, I get blisters

But the foreman he don't worry

He say work boy there's no hurry

Don't that big red sun

Look a lot like fire

When you come out of the ground

After forty eight hours



Going down down down down down

Going down in Durban deep

Going down down down down down

There's no mercy in my sleep

I just hear that drill and hammer

I feel the killing heat

Going two miles down to the heart

Of Durban deep



I was born on amen corner

I pound rock face, I get lonely

But my family they go hungry

Sill the boss man he call us lazy

Don't the old blue heaven

Look a lot like your eyes

When you're blinded by the brightness

Of the Transvaal sky