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letra de aberfan - dulahan

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t’was the twenty-first of october, on a foggy friday morn
and the children sang things beautiful and bright
their fathers dug the coal beneath the mountainside above
and grew the tip that shattered all their lives

for years the townfolk worried ‘bout the spring beneath merthr vale
could it someday bring the slag upon the town?
and on that fateful morning in the mining south of wales
five hundred thousand tons came raining down

on aberfan, a hundred sixteen children, aberfan
so cruel a fate to will them
there’ll be no consolation for the coal board’s washed their hands
of the blood of those young children in the town
of aberfan

they heard a distant rumble and it soon became a roar
so quickly that they had no time to flee
the parents and the miners dug frantically in vain
through tears that made it difficult to see

the crown and her tribunal and the coal board had their say
empty words that fell on deafened ears
new rules and regulations are not the prime concern
when you’re burying a child of seven years

since that day my father’s never mined an ounce of coal
for he lost a son and daughter in the slide
he sees my brother, james, and sister, margaret, in my eyes
the torment and the grief will not subside

most days the memory lingers sometimes it starts to fade
till you see the hollow faces in a crowd
and it brings back the resignation t’will never go away
a generation lost beneath a shroud

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