The Pit of Nations Lyrics

Standing here on a sunny day

You can see a cathedral forty miles away

And a castle stands on a distant hill

Wealth and power command the landscape still

Dig a little deeper where the earth is grey

Two thousand men from thirty countries made their way

To work the black seams in tunnels underground

In a world where the earth turned upside down

In the Pit of Nations

The winding wheel is turning

The men are going down

Twelve hundred feet below

Five miles around

Pick and shovel

Smoke and steam

Days in darkness

Like a waking dream

Dig a little deeper where the earth is grey

Two thousand men from thirty countries made their way

To work the black seams in tunnels underground

In a world where the earth turned upside down

In the Pit of Nations

Now people gather from many miles around

To walk together upon the rescued ground

On a barren field grow a thousand trees

And a hawk hangs high on a restless breeze