I once fell in love with a miner
Not a young man, but a hard working one
He danced with soot and calloused his hands
Working in places the sun had never gone

People would ask me, "Why?"
But I loved his spirit and his strong mind
And people should still persisted to pry
"I never cared about his lack of time"

Because I loved this man, soot and all
I watched him work in shadows
I waited for his nightly call
Until his work took him to the gallows