I won't see you `till Christmas 
I breathe coal dust, I get blisters 
But the foreman he don't worry 
He say work boy there's no hurry 
Don't that big red sun 
Look a lot like fire 
When you come out of the ground 
After forty eight hours 
 
Going down down down down down 
Going down in Durban deep 
Going down down down down down 
There's no mercy in my sleep 
I just hear that drill and hammer 
I feel the killing heat 
Going two miles down to the heart 
Of Durban deep 
 
I was born on amen corner 
I pound rock face, I get lonely 
But my family they go hungry 
Sill the boss man he call us lazy 
Don't the old blue heaven 
Look a lot like your eyes 
When you're blinded by the brightness 
Of the Transvaal sky