When the Crowns closed When the last shift returned from the shaft beneath the sea We heard them first, for every man was singing As each in turn rose to the sunset glow On harmonies born from the gates of Hell That even drowned the breakers on the granite far below I asked the last man What he remembered from his years beneath the ground He said, at the end of shift when all was quiet The drill was stopped, the pumps were far away Before going to the shaft with all its singing In silence he would listen and in silence he would pray What did you hear? "Seas braking over, close above the mine" He'd catch the water from the tunnel roof He'd taste for salt, then silently he'd pray For all who worked 'neath ocean and 'neath granite He said the sound of waves above would haunt him all his days And what of today? Crown's engine-house is a silent, empty shell The shaft is gone and all who sang so fine I never felt the granite tremble 'neath the swell But I heard the last shift rising toward the sunlight And I can still remember singing out of the Gates of Hell