If I Were a Miner - ©Christopher Jones 2020

If I were a miner
I'd work in the night
I'd see sunshine on Sundays
Be pale as moonlight

If I were a miner
I'd be union bound
To bring up the black gold
From under the ground

But I am no miner
I take no union stands
I bring home no coal dust
To wash from my hands

Though I am no miner
I work in the night
See sunshine on Sundays
And I’m pale as moonlight


If I were a soldier
I'd try not to hate
I'd believe in our mission
And that it's not too late

If I were a soldier
And my mother's son
I'd still follow orders
And kill with my gun

But I am no soldier
I'm an army of one
I follow no orders
And I carry no gun

Though I am no soldier
I try not to hate
I believe in my mission
And that it's not too late


If I were a welder
I'd build great ships with fire
Look straight into star light
And trace with a wire

If I were a welder
I'd long for the dark
Dream of hunting and walleyes
And the song of the lark

But I am no welder
No wielder of flame
I bring no forgiveness
No heat and no blame

Though I am no welder
I long for the dark
I dream of hunting & walleyes
And the song of the lark


If I were a farmer
I'd rise with the sun
Breath wheat dust and diesel
And I'd never be done

If I were a farmer
I would stand in my field
And dream of the harvest
To conjure my yield

But I am no farmer
My hands break no earth
There is no root nor blossom
To establish my worth

Though I am no farmer
I stand in my field
And dream of the harvest
That some future may yield


If I were a writer
I'd sit in the park
And wait for a moonbeam
To splinter the dark

If I were a writer
I would offer my time
To the cities of danger
And the nations of rhyme

But I am a writer
My pen is my knife
I cut to the bone
And I surrender my life

Yes, I am a writer
I farm, fight and mine
And I weld my convictions
To each bloody line

I am a writer
I farm, fight and mine
And I weld my convictions
To each bloody line