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The Onyx Mine Lyrics by Brenn Hill
Brenn Hill Lyrics
Miners came from Tennessee back in 1891
The west was still young and free like the early mornin' sun
Diggin' into the mountainside lookin' for a streak of gold
In the marrow of the onyx mine lies the story that they told
Now a hundred years gone by you still can see their sign
Way out on the Boulder Road that leads down to the old mine
I came for the first time when I was just sixteen
Now twenty years have passed and I'm still just a refugee
'Cause I feel somethin' when I ride that rocky trail
I hear voices in the tall dark pines
And I don't feel nothin' when I drive these city streets
So I think I'll leave this city behind
And head for the onyx mine
Father told the story about drivin' that old road
In a 1941 Ford the day after it snowed
A downed-log through the fender and a busted-out headlamp
By the early mornin' light they made it to the old mine camp
When my world turns dark and cold and the gold in life don't shine
I gather up my family and we head up to the old mine
We sit around a campfire and look up at the full white moon
And listen to the coyote howl an old ghost miner's tune
'Cause I feel somethin' when I ride that rocky trail
I hear voices in the tall dark pines
And I don't feel nothin' when I drive these city streets
So I think I'll leave this city behind
And head for the onyx mine
For the onyx mine
[Thanks to Connie for lyrics]
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