Gatekeeper’s Last Taps

The iron wheel

is turning slow

To mark the final shift below

And here we stand

in wind and rain

To play our final grand refrain

Raise the brass and blow it clear

For every friend

and every year

The pit may close,

the dust may settle down

But we are still this Yorkshire town (ahhh)

The master stands

with back to all

To lead us through our final fall

His hands are steady in the cold

To tell a story,

proud

and old

Raise the brass and blow it clear

For every friend

and every year

The pit may close,

the dust may settle down

But we are still this Yorkshire town (ahhh)