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A hundred sixteen children, a hundred sixteen children Aberfan, the crown and her tribunal and the coal board had their say
their fathers dug the coal beneath the mountainside above
t was the twenty-first of october
could it someday bring the slag upon the town
so cruel a fate to will them
New rules and regulations are not the prime concern, of the blood of those young children in the town
New rules and regulations are not the prime concern, empty words that fell on deafened ears Dulahan, and it brings back the resignation t will never go away
And it brings back the resignation t will never go away, on a foggy friday morn Dulahan, on a foggy friday morn
there ll be no consolation for the coal board s washed their hands
their fathers dug the coal beneath the mountainside above
Five hundred thousand tons came raining down, the torment and the grief will not subside
the parents and the miners dug frantically in vain
The torment and the grief will not subside, could it someday bring the slag upon the town
For years the townfolk worried bout the spring beneath merthr vale, till you see the hollow faces in a crowd Aberfan, when you re burying a child of seven years
Of the blood of those young children in the town, there ll be no consolation for the coal board s washed their hands, most days the memory lingers sometimes it starts to fade
There ll be no consolation for the coal board s washed their hands, the parents and the miners dug frantically in vain, he sees my brother
On a foggy friday morn, and it brings back the resignation t will never go away Dulahan, so cruel a fate to will them
Through tears that made it difficult to see, most days the memory lingers sometimes it starts to fade
And on that fateful morning in the mining south of wales, five hundred thousand tons came raining down Aberfan, and grew the tip that shattered all their lives
Five hundred thousand tons came raining down, and it brings back the resignation t will never go away Aberfan, empty words that fell on deafened ears
Their fathers dug the coal beneath the mountainside above, for he lost a son and daughter in the slide
New rules and regulations are not the prime concern, the crown and her tribunal and the coal board had their say
He sees my brother, a hundred sixteen children
For he lost a son and daughter in the slide, and grew the tip that shattered all their lives
For he lost a son and daughter in the slide, and it brings back the resignation t will never go away Dulahan, the torment and the grief will not subside
empty words that fell on deafened ears
Of the blood of those young children in the town, and on that fateful morning in the mining south of wales, a hundred sixteen children