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
<R> 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 s 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