Lyrics
His boots on the porch caked with mud of the mines
It’s whiskey by firelight as he waits for the signs
First music, then shadows, ghostly and pale
These are the nights she slips through the veil
Chains of gold
Chains of guilt
Chains of lonely
Chained to an unending story
Where darkness never surrenders to dawn
And The Ghost Miner’s Waltz play on
He traded love for the price of a claim
A wreckage off Avalon Bay bears her name
Now the miner is doomed to an eternal dance
With a raven-haired beauty with blood on her hands
She drifts in a dark sea, that wails with despair
He’ll toil in the mines seeking gold that’s not there
But this night they’ll pray for redemption divine
Dragging their chains in three-quarter time