On The Outside

From on the outside looking in, I dream of how my life could have been

I recall memories of days gone by, then I bow my head with a silent sigh

I am standing at a Lancashire pit named as Bold, in days of old

A once great pit of high regard, now I take photographs of the old pit yard

It has been closed for quite a while now, the head gears long gone

Today it feels like ten thousand coal miners, are here looking on

There are not any coal mines left now, they are gone for good

Most men wouldn’t go back to them, no not even if they could

I am on the out side looking in, dreaming how it could have been

The dream was long ago over, for some it never really began

Bold was a really great pit worked by many good hard working men

So on the outside looking in, I see many miners ghosts roam here

Family members I lost forever, right now I stand and I shed a silent tear

To all the men who worked the underground, you kept the country going

Through war and hard times. To those who perished here, I shed a tear

You worked below in the dark and showed no fear. Rest in peace

To my Dad George Hurst a hard working coal miner you where the best

Sleep well dad rest in peace.

George Hurst 27/8/1919 - 3/7/1988 ❤️ I love you dad ❤️