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In every mine and mill

We got coal in the soul

as we’re wedded to that black hole

we’ve got bodies for sale

to live as hollow, pained and pale

we’ve got contract

the value from which they detract

Dim is my light

Bare is my larder

Black is my breath

For what do I have to show of my death

Dim, Bare, Black Death

The days of youth seem like a dream

Where Joe comes to speak with me

There I know, in my blackened heart

That it takes more than guns to kill a man

though my life is dark as dungeon and my lungs come to reckon

I discount my worth like labor lost to stillbirth

Yet, we never forget

The sight of Joe Hill, 10 years dead

But alive in the line, with us.

Dim is my light

Bare is my larder

Black is my breath

For what do I have to show of my death