My Little Boy in the Mines

I curse the day my husband carried him away
Since then the sun don’t shine
And I pray that the Lord never turns His back
On my little boy in the mines
The bread no longer cuts four ways
With my father falling behind
So a mother was forced to give of her son
My little boy in the mines
That smile that lights a mother’s heart
Is wasted down below
Everyday my pain will grow and grow
He says mamma don’t you worry 'bout me
For you I’ll always pine
Then he flashes that smile through his coal black face
My little boy in the mines
Whenever I hear that whistle blow
It’s like a razor cuts so fine
And it takes a piece of a mothers heart
For her little boy in the mines