Easington memory was Easington made
In Durham County there was a parade
Long ago now but the memory won’t fade
Easington Town was in mourning
There was a crowd like a black surging tide
Wrapped in a shroud made of sorrow & pride
All heads were bowed for the miners who’d died
Easington Town was in mourning
Chorus:
Kids stood on an Easington street in 19 and 51
Lost in a forest of Easington feet - sensing that something was wrong
They held their grandmother’s hand - under a northern sky
They heard the sound of a colliery band - watched all the hearses roll by
Bells of remembrance reflectively tolled
83 miners would never grow old
Sun melted streets as the carriage wheels rolled
Easington Town was in mourning
Was there a mem’ry so bitterly wrought?
Men trapped in hell who all fell where they fought
Destined to dwell in a garden of thought
Easington Town was in mourning
Chorus:
Mem’ries are links in a chain we collect
Stored in our brain to retrieve and connect
Easington memory of pain and respect
Easington Town was in mourning
Time holds its breath where those comrades now sleep
Tranquil in death but a vigil they keep
Mem’ries of when men made mining streets weep
Easington Town was in mourning
