[Verse] Born last of nine, the daughter’s crown, In the shadow of a mining town. Coal dust clung where the sun don’t beam, Life forged hard, like a blackened seam. [Verse 2] Since seventeen-sixty-three they dug, With calloused hands and shoulders shrugged. My brothers marched where the fathers tread, Chasing light in the tunnels’ dread. [Chorus] The earth sings low, a moaning hymn, Through veins of rock, the family’s kin. A daughter’s voice, a whisper clear, Breaking the chain of every fear. [Verse 3] Mam’s hands cracked, her apron stained, Cooking for nine while the coal trains rained. Her lullabies hummed of soot and stone, A melody carved from marrow and bone. [Bridge] Underneath that Irish sky, Dreams felt small where hope ran dry. But I’m the spark, the flame that grows, A voice to rise where the black dust blows. [Chorus] The earth sings low, a moaning hymn, Through veins of rock, the family’s kin. A daughter’s voice, a whisper clear, Breaking the chain of every fear.
