dark as a dungeon

Harry Belafonte

Come all you young fellers so young and so fine
Seek not your fortune in the dark dreary mine
Itââ?¬â?¢ll form as a habit itââ?¬â?¢ll seed in your soul
Till the blood in your veins runs black as the coal

For itââ?¬â?¢s dark as a dungeon and itââ?¬â?¢s damp as the dew
Where the dangers are double the pleasures are few
Where the rain never falls the sun never shines
Oh God itââ?¬â?¢s dark as a dungeon way down in the mines

Oh itââ?¬â?¢s many a man Iââ?¬â?¢ve known in my day
Who lived just to labor his whole life away
Like a fiend for his dope a drunkard his wine
A man will have lust for the lure of the mine

Oh I hope when I die and the ages do roll
Yes my body will harden and turn into coal
And I look from the door of my heavenly home
To see a poor miner a digginââ?¬â?¢ my bones