| Song | Quecreek Flood |
| Artist | Anaïs Mitchell |
| Album | Hymns for the Exiled |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mitchell | |
| It was late in July | |
| At the Quecreek coal mine | |
| When the water came rolling down | |
| As black as bad blood | |
| To where nine good men stood | |
| Shuddering, shivering | |
| And shouting for deliverance | |
| Sure they would drown | |
| And safe above ground | |
| The boss paced around | |
| Surveying the scene of the flood | |
| After chasing away | |
| The UNWA | |
| So inspections were cheap | |
| He didn't lose sleep | |
| He just stood in the sun | |
| What could we have done | |
| He said this was an act of God | |
| And the President came | |
| From his party campaign | |
| To shake every hero's right hand | |
| After slashing the funds | |
| For the miners' black lungs | |
| And the regulations | |
| God bless our nation | |
| He said united we stand | |
| And the anchor girl cried | |
| When the miner's survived | |
| She lauded her god in his glory | |
| And the tired camera man | |
| Packed up the van | |
| And they wore the same frown | |
| As they drove out of town | |
| Where they found the next sellable story | |
| And we who were raised | |
| By invisible hands | |
| And we who were raised | |
| On government lies | |
| The prodigal children | |
| Of the promised land | |
| Who's gonna open our eyes |
| zuo qu : Mitchell | |
| It was late in July | |
| At the Quecreek coal mine | |
| When the water came rolling down | |
| As black as bad blood | |
| To where nine good men stood | |
| Shuddering, shivering | |
| And shouting for deliverance | |
| Sure they would drown | |
| And safe above ground | |
| The boss paced around | |
| Surveying the scene of the flood | |
| After chasing away | |
| The UNWA | |
| So inspections were cheap | |
| He didn' t lose sleep | |
| He just stood in the sun | |
| What could we have done | |
| He said this was an act of God | |
| And the President came | |
| From his party campaign | |
| To shake every hero' s right hand | |
| After slashing the funds | |
| For the miners' black lungs | |
| And the regulations | |
| God bless our nation | |
| He said united we stand | |
| And the anchor girl cried | |
| When the miner' s survived | |
| She lauded her god in his glory | |
| And the tired camera man | |
| Packed up the van | |
| And they wore the same frown | |
| As they drove out of town | |
| Where they found the next sellable story | |
| And we who were raised | |
| By invisible hands | |
| And we who were raised | |
| On government lies | |
| The prodigal children | |
| Of the promised land | |
| Who' s gonna open our eyes |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
| It was late in July | |
| At the Quecreek coal mine | |
| When the water came rolling down | |
| As black as bad blood | |
| To where nine good men stood | |
| Shuddering, shivering | |
| And shouting for deliverance | |
| Sure they would drown | |
| And safe above ground | |
| The boss paced around | |
| Surveying the scene of the flood | |
| After chasing away | |
| The UNWA | |
| So inspections were cheap | |
| He didn' t lose sleep | |
| He just stood in the sun | |
| What could we have done | |
| He said this was an act of God | |
| And the President came | |
| From his party campaign | |
| To shake every hero' s right hand | |
| After slashing the funds | |
| For the miners' black lungs | |
| And the regulations | |
| God bless our nation | |
| He said united we stand | |
| And the anchor girl cried | |
| When the miner' s survived | |
| She lauded her god in his glory | |
| And the tired camera man | |
| Packed up the van | |
| And they wore the same frown | |
| As they drove out of town | |
| Where they found the next sellable story | |
| And we who were raised | |
| By invisible hands | |
| And we who were raised | |
| On government lies | |
| The prodigal children | |
| Of the promised land | |
| Who' s gonna open our eyes |