I was a young lad 23 years old , when I worked down Gedling Colliery (1987-1992 ); it was good, honest, hard work....with Kate Rusby's beautiful song, the hardness of being a collier is all the more entrenched into human imagination. A beautiful song, a beautiful way of working life....I will never tire of it, and after all these years, I would gladly return tomorrow ! Kate did a brilliant tribute , bles her dear heart !! xx
My grandfather was a coal miner and Union organizer in the 1930's in Wallins Creek, KY. He would go during the night to recruit miners to join the Union which was a very dangerous thing to do. If they couldn't afford the $2 Union dues, he would pay it himself. This song is a fitting tribute to those who worked the mines, organized unions to make a better life, and for those who lost their lives in the process.
This song is about a miner, it is Kate`s beautiful way of talking, through music about her grandad who she never met from the perception of her grandmother. It is a stunningly wonderful piece of music about their relationship in hard times. It is her history and perception of her grandparents and their love for each other. It is so sincere it makes you very fragile.
Felt the need to hear this today after many years. Cried like a baby! Kate’s gift of a beautiful voice conveying so much emotion…how she could sing this without weeping I do not know. 💔
I grew up in a little town of Pen Argyl , Pennsylvania. Where alot of my Ancestors were men of Cornish/Welsh decent that mined slate in the Quarries and mines. The quarries might for the most part be gone now, but I wont forget the sacrifices they made.
This is more than a sad song. A lot of these men would have spent their youth enduring a world war, only to be consigned to the bowels of the earth for the rest of their working life. As a working-class man who never had to kill or be killed, nor compromise my health or sanity in any way, I count my blessings every day. heart-rending lyrics. Beautifully sung by Kate and superb picture gallery. Credit to her grandma for the lyrics. (or so I believe)
My grandad was a miner, then a soldier for four years, then back to the pit until he got crippled when the gob collapsed on him and crushed his pelvis.
I am a miner/tunneller and can appreciate this song. Some of our friends never came out of the pit and returned to their families. Rest in peace miners
I love this so much it’s sentiment and honestly. I wasn’t a miner I was a textile worker in a mill. A milll that had been producing well over a 120 years before it closed. I was there when it closed. February 14 2005. In the time of Thatchers pit closures almost 3 times as many mill workers lost there jobs. Nobody wrote songs about the poor old mill workers. Whole family’s lost there livelihoods mother’s daughters sons and brothers uncles aunts the lot.
The great-granddaughter of Welsh colliers, I sometimes ache to see the faces of them who placed music so deep in my heart. Common name in Wales, Lewis, but one day I will tread the town streets where they walked and feel their hands on my shoulders and know them better for it.
Very powerful.....this speaks to all of our granddads and their brothers, and their dads and their brothers, and their dads and their brothers etc. Men that none of us will ever know, but who went through the hardships of past times, to give rise to us, today. Real men.
One of the first of Kates songs I heard and I keep coming back to it because it is so beautiful. The subject, words, incredible voice and the feeling Kate puts into the performance all add up to a wonderful evocative piece. Should be required listening for all in this crazy world we live in today.
I think that my Great-Grandad Harry Lane would approve of this. He went to war in 1914, survived to father nine girls who all did well, was Garrison RSM of Clipstone Camp until 1918, founded Clipstone Town as a mining town with a footy team as an Alderman in 1919, opened the Clipstone Pit as a Shift Man in 1921, and for the best and last bit I learned that he saw me first and loved me when I was a newborn in 1971, and he made me laugh for the first time. I shall remember him even thought I have no memory of him, for his like shall not be seen upon Earth again. God keep our old boys without whom we are poorer in spirit and heart.
I was born and raised in Ashington in the Northumberland coal field and was the only male in my family for over 200 years to not be a Miner. My great grandfathers, grandfathers, father, brothers and uncle's down through the years have all gone underground. Some for coal and some for tin as we originally come from Cornwall. To say I'm proud of this history would be the greatest understatement, and this song just moves me in its words and sound like a Scottish lament.....
Losing my Grandad to miners lung and being a pit baby from Cotgrave Colliery Notts this song is dedicated to my Grandfather and those of the Jarrow March he walked alongside.
without doubt one of Kate's finest works. Such a brilliant reflection on the hard life of the miners and their famiies and the affect the onslaught of dementia has upon us all. .
Great thing about great art is that you can take your personal feelings and add it to those being expressed. This song will always be, (for me) about the sacrifices that people make for their families and the cost that is felt by those left behind. The Brass tells as much as the words.
My young man wears a frown With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down, My young man never sleeps. The rain it falls upon his back The dust before his eyes is black, Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps. My young man wears a coat, Once, long ago, a bonnie coat Which my young man wore with pride. Now I dress the coat all on his back, For love for him I will not lack, But to see it now, that collier's coat, I can't abide. My young man, where's he gone? Once in his eyes my whole world shone Now my young man he looks away. Man and wife we used to be Now he's like a child upon my knee And in my arms I help my young man through the day. A young girl no more am I But I shall not weep and I will not cry, For my young man needs me still. If someone's watching up above You'll see how much my dear I love, So leave him here, I need him now and always will. Oh if someone's watching up above You'll see how much my dear I love, And If he must go, let your best angels keep him well
No matter what sort of music you prefer, it's hard not to feel good British folk music at a deep level. Somehow it just makes sense, and reaches places nothing else really can.
Truly magnificent and heartfelt songwriting. Each time I listen I can't keep from welling up and it's not due to the poignant imagery here. Trying to learn it and crack up on the third verse every time!! Thank you Kate Rusby for proving that there are still song writers out there who can truly touch the heart.
Good to know and feel that Thatcher could never take away the pride and dignity of these people and that wonderful Kate enhances it with this beautiful sad song.
This has just made me cry - so beautiful! We're lucky to have Kate in our world. I'm a 40 year-old bloke and yes, martcarey, you are dead right - Thatcher was just poison - we are now reaping the benefits of her free market economy - i.e. no industry.
What a great song, heart felt, about Kate's grandfather dying and the love of her grandma depicted by Kate. That is very special. I don`t think there is a more poignant song.
Beautiful song yet so sad. God bless these men and more like them. These hard working salt of the earth men. Worked themselves into an early grave to provide for their families . So much for toxic masculinity
I have just discoverred Kate Rusby this evening when I heard a snippit of music on a news feature about the Dales, I had to wait for the captions at the end of the program to find out who was sing. Until now I have only known the great Rod Hull, RIP, from the band Lindisfarne who could take me into a real folk world I could engage with, albeit the world of Newcastle . From tonight I have found a Brilliant singer that I know nothing about and she sings about Yorkshire people wonderful.
This is one of the most beautiful songs i have ever heard, the love in the lyrics inspires me and love knows no borders!. well done with the photos they really enhance the song.
I first heard this at about 2am as part of "Something Understood" on BBC Radio 4. I think the theme was loss or grief. Something about hearing it in the darkness of the night gave it incredible impact. Had to track to down after that. Sublime.
Reet enuff. Cracking voice. Eehh its gradley bin in Yarkshire. All credit to the lads that worked and lost their jobs down the pits of Yorkshire and elsewhere in the UK.
There's something about this song that connects with me - my family comes from a mining background in Derbyshire and played in brass bands. When the brass kicks in it just makes me shiver every time.
None of my ancestors were miners as far as I know, but I do have some rellies in Yorkshire and all the few men who I know or have known who were miners were all top blokes. My Dad was employed in British industry though, when Britain still had industry.
lets not forget the people “It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.” ― Joanne Harris, Blackberry Wine
These tears are for my loving Dad. I will always love you and this song is for you. I miss you so much Daddy I need you with me now and always will! xxx
I will not pretent to have the history that some writers have and it is a sad time most refere to. I was once married to a brass band player from the Elland Silver Band for those interested. I was exposed to this type of music, portrayed by Kate and her band and a few of the Grimthorpe Boys for many years. I went to many Brass Band Gigs and competitions and loved it. This song is Kate saying she is aware of her past, she is brilliant at doing so. I love her Barnsley accent in her songs
lyrics.please fixed to up My Young Man My young man wears a frown With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down, My young man never sleeps. The rain it falls upon his back The dust before his eyes is black, Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps. My young man wears a coat, Once, long ago, a bonnie coat Which my young man wore with pride. Now I dress the coat all on his back, For love for him I will not lack, But to see it now, that collier's coat, I can't abide. My young man, where's he gone? Once in his eyes my whole world shone Now my young man he looks away. Man and wife we used to be Now he's like a child upon my knee And in my arms I help my young man through the day. A young girl no more am I But I shall not weep and I will not cry, For my young man needs me still. If someone's watching up above You'll see how much my dear I love, So leave him here, I need him now and always will. Oh if someone's watching up above You'll see how much my dear I love, And If he must go, let your best angels keep him well
@@richybatty234 I'm from a Yorkshire pit village and been around the world, to return to live in that villaged so can relate to it, even if I never worked in the mines.
I'm from Newcastle in England I love Irish music but have Irish relatives which I'm so proud of but this song has reduced me nearly to tears but in a good way Irish music is the best :) :) xx
It's a great song i just assumed it was an Irish song it sounds Irish hopefully no harm caused that wasn't my intention shes a great singer im sorry i got it wrong
+hetrodoxly I searched for irish songs and this song was in or around irish songs but on listening to it again she does not sound irish im sorry for my mistake but an excellent song never the less
Brass bands don't feature in Irish music. That's a colliery band playing, and is about as English a song as you could imagine, as is the subject. Ireland's more known more cutting peat than coal mining (there were only ever a couple of mines). Not that Kate doesn't sing Irish songs too. There are many in her repertoire, but this is her own song
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my dad died in the pit when i was eight years old...brave bunch the miners...respect all
One of the most utterly beautiful songs ever written.
I was a young lad 23 years old , when I worked down Gedling Colliery (1987-1992 ); it was good, honest, hard work....with Kate Rusby's beautiful song, the hardness of being a collier is all the more entrenched into human imagination. A beautiful song, a beautiful way of working life....I will never tire of it, and after all these years, I would gladly return tomorrow ! Kate did a brilliant tribute , bles her dear heart !! xx
My dad worked Kiveton and #dinnington
Houghton Main, 1979-1990. I still miss some aspects of it, but my health is probably better than it would have been if the pit hadn't closed.
Bless you Kate. These heroes must never be forgotten
My grandfather was a coal miner and Union organizer in the 1930's in Wallins Creek, KY. He would go during the night to recruit miners to join the Union which was a very dangerous thing to do. If they couldn't afford the $2 Union dues, he would pay it himself. This song is a fitting tribute to those who worked the mines, organized unions to make a better life, and for those who lost their lives in the process.
This song is about a miner, it is Kate`s beautiful way of talking, through music about her grandad who she never met from the perception of her grandmother. It is a stunningly wonderful piece of music about their relationship in hard times. It is her history and perception of her grandparents and their love for each other. It is so sincere it makes you very fragile.
A very, very beautiful song that brings a proud tear to my eyes. God bless the men who dig the coal: God bless them all.
Felt the need to hear this today after many years. Cried like a baby! Kate’s gift of a beautiful voice conveying so much emotion…how she could sing this without weeping I do not know. 💔
I grew up in a little town of Pen Argyl , Pennsylvania. Where alot of my Ancestors were men of Cornish/Welsh decent that mined slate in the Quarries and mines. The quarries might for the most part be gone now, but I wont forget the sacrifices they made.
This is more than a sad song. A lot of these men would have spent their youth enduring a world war, only to be consigned to the bowels of the earth for the rest of their working life. As a working-class man who never had to kill or be killed, nor compromise my health or sanity in any way, I count my blessings every day.
heart-rending lyrics. Beautifully sung by Kate and superb picture gallery. Credit to her grandma for the lyrics. (or so I believe)
My grandad was a miner, then a soldier for four years, then back to the pit until he got crippled when the gob collapsed on him and crushed his pelvis.
I am a miner/tunneller and can appreciate this song.
Some of our friends never came out of the pit and returned to their families.
Rest in peace miners
I love this so much it’s sentiment and honestly. I wasn’t a miner I was a textile worker in a mill. A milll that had been producing well over a 120 years before it closed. I was there when it closed. February 14 2005. In the time of Thatchers pit closures almost 3 times as many mill workers lost there jobs. Nobody wrote songs about the poor old mill workers. Whole family’s lost there livelihoods mother’s daughters sons and brothers uncles aunts the lot.
I ain't a miner but boy. Those fucking lyrics and Kates' voice. How could ya not shed a tear? She is one amazing singer/songwriter.
What a beautiful a cappella voice! Thank you so much.
The great-granddaughter of Welsh colliers, I sometimes ache to see the faces of them who placed music so deep in my heart. Common name in Wales, Lewis, but one day I will tread the town streets where they walked and feel their hands on my shoulders and know them better for it.
I feel just the same - grandaughter of welsh collier from treherbert. I never met him - yet feel him in my blood. Their memory must stay alive
never fails to make me cry the lyrics, the blend of voice and brass.
always stunning live
My boyfriend's father and brothers are all miners in West Virginia. It's a hard life and the men who do that work have my total respect.
great song ,tells quite story about lives of the hardened men ,if they weren't fodder the mines they became fodder the battle fields..............
I think English folk music is the most beautiful folk music there is. Something so deeply spiritual yet utterly real about it.
try Lithuanian folk music
Never seen her live but I love her. Kate Rusby songs are just beyond beautiful they are stunning. Her voice reaches your soul.
Moving - ain't enough to really express what this unforgettable songs tracks my very soul into...
Very powerful.....this speaks to all of our granddads and their brothers, and their dads and their brothers, and their dads and their brothers etc.
Men that none of us will ever know, but who went through the hardships of past times, to give rise to us, today.
Real men.
One of the first of Kates songs I heard and I keep coming back to it because it is so beautiful.
The subject, words, incredible voice and the feeling Kate puts into the performance all add up to a wonderful evocative piece.
Should be required listening for all in this crazy world we live in today.
I think that my Great-Grandad Harry Lane would approve of this. He went to war in 1914, survived to father nine girls who all did well, was Garrison RSM of Clipstone Camp until 1918, founded Clipstone Town as a mining town with a footy team as an Alderman in 1919, opened the Clipstone Pit as a Shift Man in 1921, and for the best and last bit I learned that he saw me first and loved me when I was a newborn in 1971, and he made me laugh for the first time. I shall remember him even thought I have no memory of him, for his like shall not be seen upon Earth again. God keep our old boys without whom we are poorer in spirit and heart.
I was born and raised in Ashington in the Northumberland coal field and was the only male in my family for over 200 years to not be a Miner. My great grandfathers, grandfathers, father, brothers and uncle's down through the years have all gone underground. Some for coal and some for tin as we originally come from Cornwall. To say I'm proud of this history would be the greatest understatement, and this song just moves me in its words and sound like a Scottish lament.....
Losing my Grandad to miners lung and being a pit baby from Cotgrave Colliery Notts this song is dedicated to my Grandfather and those of the Jarrow March he walked alongside.
I sang this on my uncle's funeral. Hard to keep myself from crying.
Fantastic! Absolutely gorgeous song, it brings a tear to my eyes every time I hear it.
Knowing this is about your grandparents makes it so much more touching...you are just such a great writer of the very best music...
without doubt one of Kate's finest works. Such a brilliant reflection on the hard life of the miners and their famiies and the affect the onslaught of dementia has upon us all. .
Kate Rusby voice is pure music..so delicate
There is truth,beauty & melancholy to this song by Kate Rusby, i felt a little emotional wile listening to this but i loved it,what a voice Kate has.
Great thing about great art is that you can take your personal feelings and add it to those being expressed. This song will always be, (for me) about the sacrifices that people make for their families and the cost that is felt by those left behind. The Brass tells as much as the words.
So, so powerful and so beautifully sang!
My young man wears a frown
With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down,
My young man never sleeps.
The rain it falls upon his back
The dust before his eyes is black,
Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps.
My young man wears a coat,
Once, long ago, a bonnie coat
Which my young man wore with pride.
Now I dress the coat all on his back,
For love for him I will not lack,
But to see it now, that collier's coat, I can't abide.
My young man, where's he gone?
Once in his eyes my whole world shone
Now my young man he looks away.
Man and wife we used to be
Now he's like a child upon my knee
And in my arms I help my young man through the day.
A young girl no more am I
But I shall not weep and I will not cry,
For my young man needs me still.
If someone's watching up above
You'll see how much my dear I love,
So leave him here, I need him now and always will.
Oh if someone's watching up above
You'll see how much my dear I love,
And If he must go, let your best angels keep him well
The power of the lyrics is overwhelming. Matched with that angelic voice. WOW.
No matter what sort of music you prefer, it's hard not to feel good British folk music at a deep level. Somehow it just makes sense, and reaches places nothing else really can.
Yep, makes me cry every time - magnificent.
A beautifully haunting melody by a gorgeous artist, she is awesome live, well worth going to see,her CD's do not do her justice.What a talent! thanx
Truly magnificent and heartfelt songwriting. Each time I listen I can't keep from welling up and it's not due to the poignant imagery here. Trying to learn it and crack up on the third verse every time!! Thank you Kate Rusby for proving that there are still song writers out there who can truly touch the heart.
Good to know and feel that Thatcher could never take away the pride and dignity of these people and that wonderful Kate enhances it with this beautiful sad song.
A beautiful song sang beautifully.
This has just made me cry - so beautiful! We're lucky to have Kate in our world. I'm a 40 year-old bloke and yes, martcarey, you are dead right - Thatcher was just poison - we are now reaping the benefits of her free market economy - i.e. no industry.
What a beautiful voice Kate has.
Ms Rusby, your soul is beautiful.
What a great song, heart felt, about Kate's grandfather dying and the love of her grandma depicted by Kate. That is very special. I don`t think there is a more poignant song.
Oh my god, this is so beautiful it melts me every time
Such a sweet, sad song. I can't hear it without crying.
Beautiful song yet so sad. God bless these men and more like them. These hard working salt of the earth men. Worked themselves into an early grave to provide for their families . So much for toxic masculinity
Timeless - Always moved by this
I have just discoverred Kate Rusby this evening when I heard a snippit of music on a news feature about the Dales, I had to wait for the captions at the end of the program to find out who was sing.
Until now I have only known the great Rod Hull, RIP, from the band Lindisfarne who could take me into a real folk world I could engage with, albeit the world of Newcastle . From tonight I have found a Brilliant singer that I know nothing about and she sings about Yorkshire people wonderful.
This is one of the most beautiful songs i have ever heard, the love in the lyrics inspires me and love knows no borders!. well done with the photos they really enhance the song.
I first heard this at about 2am as part of "Something Understood" on BBC Radio 4. I think the theme was loss or grief. Something about hearing it in the darkness of the night gave it incredible impact. Had to track to down after that. Sublime.
Reet enuff. Cracking voice. Eehh its gradley bin in Yarkshire. All credit to the lads that worked and lost their jobs down the pits of Yorkshire and elsewhere in the UK.
Beautiful and touching deeply!!
.Beautiful,truly is!
Beautiful video for a beautiful song. Thanks for making taking the time to make it.
I'm not crying, It's something in my eye,
A bit of coal dust, I reckon. There's a lot of it still about these days, regardless.
There's something about this song that connects with me - my family comes from a mining background in Derbyshire and played in brass bands. When the brass kicks in it just makes me shiver every time.
This is beautiful.
None of my ancestors were miners as far as I know, but I do have some rellies in Yorkshire and all the few men who I know or have known who were miners were all top blokes. My Dad was employed in British industry though, when Britain still had industry.
Great song together with a terrific set of photos.
My goodness. I do love a bit of brass. All very sentmental, but I LOVE it. Top song.
Brilliant and beautiful.
Beautiful voice!
lets not forget the people
“It isn't just a village. The houses aren't just places to live. Everything belongs to everybody. Everyone belongs to everyone else. Even a single person can make a difference.”
― Joanne Harris, Blackberry Wine
These tears are for my loving Dad. I will always love you and this song is for you. I miss you so much Daddy I need you with me now and always will! xxx
15 years and not a million views is beyond me!!! Talent doesn't mean shit to stupid ass trends!!!! The world is backwards.
Love Kate Rusby - especially this song. What a beautiful video too - thanks!
I will not pretent to have the history that some writers have and it is a sad time most refere to.
I was once married to a brass band player from the Elland Silver Band for those interested.
I was exposed to this type of music, portrayed by Kate and her band and a few of the Grimthorpe Boys for many years. I went to many Brass Band Gigs and competitions and loved it.
This song is Kate saying she is aware of her past, she is brilliant at doing so.
I love her Barnsley accent in her songs
A tribute to the resilience and pride of a community with strong values, George Osborne and David Cameron would not last a day down a pit.
damn right ...its a magic piece of singing, writing and playing
Impeccable.
This is SO beautiful.
lyrics.please fixed to up
My Young Man
My young man wears a frown
With his eyes all closed and his head bowed down,
My young man never sleeps.
The rain it falls upon his back
The dust before his eyes is black,
Oft the times, oft the times my young man weeps.
My young man wears a coat,
Once, long ago, a bonnie coat
Which my young man wore with pride.
Now I dress the coat all on his back,
For love for him I will not lack,
But to see it now, that collier's coat, I can't abide.
My young man, where's he gone?
Once in his eyes my whole world shone
Now my young man he looks away.
Man and wife we used to be
Now he's like a child upon my knee
And in my arms I help my young man through the day.
A young girl no more am I
But I shall not weep and I will not cry,
For my young man needs me still.
If someone's watching up above
You'll see how much my dear I love,
So leave him here, I need him now and always will.
Oh if someone's watching up above
You'll see how much my dear I love,
And If he must go, let your best angels keep him well
Both my grandads were coal miners, cut from a different cloth, both slim, not a single fat man in sight back then, back breaking hard work.
Beautiful song
Beautiful.
One of the saddest songs ever penned...
Beautiful..
Outstanding montage. Very nice.
They break the banks, they even break the hearts but they'll never break the spirit
Top of your game, Kate!
This is written about her grandfather, she sings it with such feeling as it's so personal :)
I cried for more than an hour when heard this song🥲
thankfulto have heard kates voice.
hauntingly brilliant :)
Lovely voice and song to match some bleak but interesting,historic photographs/love the brass band as well.
Im a proud northerner and always will be.
Well said mate ... The north holds this country together ...
@@richybatty234 I'm from a Yorkshire pit village and been around the world, to return to live in that villaged so can relate to it, even if I never worked in the mines.
@@dinerouk I'm also from Yorkshire! I'm so proud to be from here.
"The two most powerful warriors are patience and time."
GREAT BRASS PLAYING
I'm from Newcastle in England I love Irish music but have Irish relatives which I'm so proud of but this song has reduced me nearly to tears but in a good way Irish music is the best :) :) xx
It's a great song i just assumed it was an Irish song it sounds Irish hopefully no harm caused that wasn't my intention shes a great singer im sorry i got it wrong
+hetrodoxly I searched for irish songs and this song was in or around irish songs but on listening to it again she does not sound irish im sorry for my mistake but an excellent song never the less
Brass bands don't feature in Irish music. That's a colliery band playing, and is about as English a song as you could imagine, as is the subject. Ireland's more known more cutting peat than coal mining (there were only ever a couple of mines).
Not that Kate doesn't sing Irish songs too. There are many in her repertoire, but this is her own song
She wrote this in honor of the grandfather, a Yorkshire collier.
now this really makes me cry...
thanks for the work you've done on this
Northumberland here. Ashington Colliery.
superb
I loved it.
At least it was a profession better than signing on and we kept a lot more professions in work so now you've met one who would go back down tomorrow.
God bless the British. My ancestors were coal miners and farmers.
how hauntingly wonderful1