If the school bell had rung 
Would it have rung a death knell? 
Now the dark day has gone 
And there isn't any bell 

In the flower of their youth 
How were they to know? 
And now there's so few left 
And not all the flowers grow 

Just think how you would feel 
Had one been a child of yours 
And you look out every day 
And still see the coal seam sores 

To remind you of that day 
Just you look out in the rain 
And although some children p1ay 
It will never be the same