Brett Detar

Brett Detar - A Miner's Prayer lyrics

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Hello my love, hope this letter finds you well. 
Only distance separates us now 
but it still can feel like hell. 
Hello my love, was it wrong to leave you there with a 
crop that's died and a home that's falling down in 
disrepair? 
You know my love, I did the only thing I could. 
Now I send home every cent I make ‘til the day I'm home 
for good. 
Listen to me darling love, I know hard times are ahead, 
but as I write this letter, dear, I pray they soon 
shall end. 
Hello my love, I been waiting every day 
for the river's flow to bring me gold or to wash this 
life away. 
Hello my love, your letter's all I got 
to give me hope so far from home prospecting by myself. 
You know my love, It's a bitter winter too. 
The gold don't come but if it does I'd trade it all for 
you. 
Hello my only love, I fall asleep at night 
with your name upon my tired lips underneath the pale 
moon light. 
'Cause all I love is miles away from here. 
Oh the saints above if they listen can they hear? 
Do they listen to my prayers? 
Do they hear a miner's prayer? 
Hello my love, can you write about our girl? 
I long to hear her tiny voice more than any in this 
world. 
Hello my love, can you kiss my only son? 
Is he growing up to look like his pa or is he favoring 
his mom? 
You know my love, this single photograph 
reminds me of the way your hair falls on your naked 
back. 
Please my darling love, tell me how you're making do 
cause I'm broken down in loneliness every night im not 
with you
'Cause all I love is miles away from here. 
Oh Lord above do you listen? Do you hear? 
Won't you listen to my prayers? 
Won't you hear a miner's prayer? 
Hello my love, I'm returning now to thee. 
With gold I come to keep us fed and raise our family. 
Don't worry love, only weeks ‘til I return 
and I'll never leave you ever again, my dear, you have 
my word. 
Hello my love, this letter is my last. 
There will be no need to write again since I'm on my 
journey back. 
A pen in hand on a fallen eastbound man 
bag of gold tore from his twisted neck and a bullet in 
his back.
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