Salt Mine

Down in the salt mine there's a poor soul working
Many long years with no light of day.
Calls out to the Lord 'cause his heart is breaking,
"Take me away, Lord, take me away."

"The salt from this mine is the salt of tears,
Many long years my sentence has run.
The salt from this mine is the salt of blood,
What have I done, Lord, what have I done?"

Come down lightning, thunder follow,
rain fill up this mine of sorrow.
Salt water rise and overflow,
bring some ease to the laboring soul.

The salt from this mine made salt the wide sea,
Many long years I've been down in the hole.
The salt from this mine is in you and me,
A laboring soul, Lord, a laboring soul.