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brett detar - a miner's prayer كلمات الأغنية

h-llo my love, hope this letter finds you well.
only distance separates us now
but it still can feel like h-ll.
h-llo my love, was it wrong to leave you there with a
crop that’s died and a home that’s falling down in
disrepair?
you know my love, i did the only thing i could.
now i send home every cent i make ‘til the day i’m home
for good.
listen to me darling love, i know hard times are ahead,
but as i write this letter, dear, i pray they soon
shall end.

h-llo my love, i been waiting every day
for the river’s flow to bring me gold or to wash this
life away.
h-llo my love, your letter’s all i got
to give me hope so far from home prospecting by myself.
you know my love, it’s a bitter winter too.
the gold don’t come but if it does i’d trade it all for
you.
h-llo my only love, i fall asleep at night
with your name upon my tired lips underneath the pale
moon light.

’cause all i love is miles away from here.
oh the saints above if they listen can they hear?
do they listen to my prayers?
do they hear a miner’s prayer?

h-llo my love, can you write about our girl?
i long to hear her tiny voice more than any in this
world.
h-llo my love, can you kiss my only son?
is he growing up to look like his pa or is he favoring
his mom?
you know my love, this single photograph
reminds me of the way your hair falls on your naked
back.
please my darling love, tell me how you’re making do
cause i’m broken down in loneliness every night im not
with you

’cause all i love is miles away from here.
oh lord above do you listen? do you hear?
won’t you listen to my prayers?
won’t you hear a miner’s prayer?

h-llo my love, i’m returning now to thee.
with gold i come to keep us fed and raise our family.
don’t worry love, only weeks ‘til i return
and i’ll never leave you ever again, my dear, you have
my word.

h-llo my love, this letter is my last.
there will be no need to write again since i’m on my
journey back.

a pen in hand on a fallen eastbound man
bag of gold tore from his twisted neck and a bullet in
his back.

- brett detar

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