Aberfan

It was rainy in the morning as the men left for the mine
Past the schoolyard in the morning
At the colliery production charts read, 'Men, we're doing fine,'
As the rain fell in the morning
The coal board said you're number seven tip will stay in line
It's been two years this morning
But no one told the children of Aberfan
One hundred and sixteen caps and shawls
Danced the halls of the school-house
While the grown-up inspectors drank their tea
In the safe, dry lee of thе tool-house
As the rain fell in thе morning on Aberfan
Did no one hear the stones move when the tip began to fall?
Did no one feel the slag shake? Was no one there at all?
They were on the phone for Swansea taking orders for more
They were going about their business, minding the store
And five minutes later, they were asking, 'What for?'

The call for silence hushed the crowd
Who searched the clouds for answers
While they listened for life and held their breath
The sound of death held the dancers
As the rain fell in the morning on Aberfan
But no one told the children, but no one told the children
And it's always the children