Wether there,s lead, copper or coal
were there,s a mine there,s always a hole
and then comes a caver all eager and bold
rigging his rope to worlds untold,
a tree or pole that,s slightly bent
a place for the rope and now the descent
the final swing we say goodbye
we drop below and loose the sky
down we go all steady and slow
we gaze with wonder at whats below
formations glitter on all the walls
echoing sounds were water falls
I,m nearly there I see the floor
another world,another door
down and safe,amazed at what I see
a tug and shout,the rope is free.