The ghost town of Pocahontas resonates with the souls of those who gave the best years of their lives to chipping high quality anthracite out of the mountains. I'm sure glad there aren't mines in the Parks anymore....
lyrics
Ol' Virginia is a long way away
but her children play in our park
Digging in the mountain for the rock they say
burns clean and clear and hot
Hundreds of miners working every day
putting blood and soul and heart
all aboard the Railcars Eastbound
for the city
so our sailors won't get caught
With your ear against the ground
you can almost hear the sounds of the hammers falling
in the shadows of these old abandoned tunnels I would swear
you can still see lights in the dark
On up the Fiddle valley
where the trees are tall
and the air is heavy with the
smell of the sulphur=
hot springs flowing
Lie down in the pool for a while
Rest your bones and let that smile
Wipe the sting from the coal dust
Gettin' in your eyes now.
With your ear against the ground
You can almost hear the sound
of the the hammers falling
In the shadows of these old abandoned tunnels
I would swear
You can still see lights in the dark
In this ghost of a mining town
You can see the past laid bare
On the ground before you
In the shadows of these old abandoned tunnels
I would swear
You can still see lights in the dark.
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