Sleeping Miners
Can you hear the wind?
How slow it blows?
Round us, round the land
In a frozen doze

The line is in a haze
Razing all your gaze
To the ground
Oh

Can you hear horses moan?
The army are sleepless
Coming home
In the longest night

These wounded minds
So very old
Where the sun never shines
So very cold

Don't go there
The clouds are hanging low
And then fall from the sky
Why would one want to stay?
You can't make it down this way
In the longest night