In the coalmine a fire's burning

Strange 'cause there ain't no coal they're turning

It ain't no blackened, poison gold

To seek in those rocks of mould

But in the coalmine, a fire's burning there



We're here to see you dance and

We're here to get in trance when

Red lights are burning bright and

You're the mistress of the night



Outside the mine a girl is weeping

And next to her a dog is sleeping

Money in the pocket and a dogbone

Little baby and Sandman on a cold stone

Outside the mine, a girl is weeping there



We're here to see you dance and

We're here to get in trance when

Red lights are burning bright and

You're the mistress of the night