Stop now, halt the wagons It's too much for me to bear To see my baby sleeping In the cart lying there Oh, take me, Lord, and keep me Please don't leave me here For I cannot keep breathing He was all I held dear Oh, hush now, don't cry As you hear my lullaby Hush now, don't cry As you hear my lullaby From the Black Horse there was silence As the storm raged up above So desperate was the tempest To steal the one I love Oh, nature sick with vengeance As we carve up her tongue Tiny arms around each other Her work here done Oh, hush now, don't cry As you hear my lullaby Hush now, don't cry As you hear my lullaby Children are the future And children are a gift But these are children of the darkness With a twelve-hour shift So take him, Lord, be gentle With his tired, weary bones Now I'm a mother of the darkness For he'll never come home Oh, we do not mine for riches And we do not mine from love But merely to keep the food on Our tables above So I'll dry up my tears now Keep his soul in my heart ... And call up the wagons So the next shift can start Oh, hush now, don't cry As you hear my lullaby Hush now, don't cry As you hear my lullaby Please hear my lullaby Hear my lullaby Hear my lullaby Hear my lullaby Hear my lullaby