It was good one time

Everything was mighty fine

The coal tipples roared day and night

But things they got slow for no reason that I know

And the ill winds they hove into sight

Now the mines all closed down

Everybody laid around

There wasn't very much that you could do

Except stand in the line

Get your ration script on time

And woman, I could see it killing you

Now the soft new snows of December

Lightly fall my cabin 'round

Saw the last train from Poor Valley

Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound

It's been coming on

I knew you soon would be gone

Leaving crossed your mind every day

Then you said to me

Things are bad at home you see

I think I'd better be on my way

I should blame you now

But I never could somehow

For a miners wife, you weren't cut out to be

Well, it wasn't what you thought

Just some dreams, Lord, you bought

When you left your home and ran away with me

Now the soft new snows of December

Lightly fall my cabin 'round

Saw the last train from Poor Valley

Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound

Now the soft new snows of December

Lightly fall my cabin 'round

Saw that last train from Poor Valley

Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound

Saw the last train from Poor Valley

Taking brown-haired Becky, Richmond-bound