My father used to work the seam
 Far below the ground
 Digging for the coal to melt the steel
 But now he stands a lonely man
 Idle and forlorn
 Just like the iron wheels
 That took him down 

 I can't stop my tears from falling
 Falling down like rain
 Your words of wisdom
 Call to me
 I hang my head in shame
 We're living in the calm before the storm
 We're living in the calm before the storm 

 He used to be the fisherman
 Who sailed the mighty sea
 Searching for the harvest from the deep
 But now the fleets [bad word] hulks
 Anchored at the quay
 Floating on a cold grey empty sea 

 My father was a working man
 He gave his life to me
 His spirit reaches out
 Through time and guides my destiny