Alex Glasgow - Close the coalhouse door

^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad. There's ^Amblood inside, ^AmBlood from broken ^Ghands and feet, ^AmBlood that's dried on ^Gpit-black meat, ^AmBlood from hearts that ^Gknow no beat. ^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad. There's ^Amblood inside.

^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad. There's ^Ambones inside, ^AmMangled, splintere^Gd piles of bones, ^AmBuried 'neath a mi^Gle of stones, ^AmNot a soul to hear^G the groans. ^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad. There's ^Ambones inside.

^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad. There's ^Ambairns inside, ^AmBairns that had no^G time to hide, ^AmBairns that saw th^Ge blackness slide, ^AmBairns beneath the^G mountainside. ^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad. There's ^Ambairns inside.

^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad, and stay^Am outside. ^AmGeordie's standin'^G at the dole, ^AmAnd Mrs Jackson, l^Gike a fool, ^AmComplains about th^Ge price of coal. ^AmClose the coalhouse ^Cdoor, ^Glad, there's ^Amblood inside. ^AmThere's bones inside. T^Amhere's bairns inside, so ^Amstay outside.