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 Ed Pickford © prs

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


Easington Memory