If the school bell had rung
Would it have rung a death knell?
Now the dark day has gone
And there isn't any bell

In the flower of their youth
How were they to know?
And now there's so few left
And not all the flowers grow

Just think how you would feel
Had one been a child of yours
And you look out every day
And still see the coal seam sores

To remind you of that day
Just you look out in the rain
And although some children p1ay
It will never be the same