Working in a coal mine - 15

“It’s buried under the snow”, they sang. As usual I thought ‘subnivean’. That’s the way my brain works. But it was great sitting and listening to them as the cutter turned and the coal started along the conveyor belt.

They came to the end of the song and asked “what next.”

‘I don’t want to set the world on fire’ I suggested.

“Ok, we have our own version of that, we do, after all, work in a coal mine.” Then they sang.

“I don’t … I just want to make a flame in your hearth.”

“Well we do cut coal.”