Becoming The Overman

The miner was standing alone on a hill
Working in coal and in clay
The miner would shiver, but then he was still
As silently I heard him pray

Oh, dear God in heaven, who knows what you know?
But I’m praying to change what may be
My friends are all miners, and they’re sleeping below
And I’m asking that they please be freed

The miners can’t breathe now, the miners can’t speak
The miners can’t move now, the miners are weak
The miners are loving forever and more
The miners are walking on that watery shore

The miner was standing alone on a hill
Weeping and carrying on
Weeping alone, now the miner stands still
Crying his friends are all gone

Oh, dear God in heaven, who knows what you know?
But I’m praying to reach sweet release
My friends are all miners, and they’re sleeping below
And I’m asking that they sleep in peace
Lord, I keep asking that they sleep in peace

-From Ode to a Dream by The Overmen

Posted by C. Nicholas Walker on Tuesday, May 23, 2006 at 2:31 PM | Permalink