A murky black shadow that darkened the Sun
Fell over a school where the day had begun.
Teachers and children could not have known
That never again would their footsteps walk home.
What is that noise they so suddenly hear,
Innocent children with no chance to run clear?
The toil from the pits that had silently lay
Had awoke to crush all in its path, leaving shock and dismay.
Anguished people come running and what do they find?
A school is in ruins, children under the grind
From all around people help where they can;
Tears marking their faces for Aberfan.
One by one are uncovered in this terrible quest
They are so sadly carried to the chapel of rest.
People are grieving they want to know
Why a whole generation were wiped out with one blow.
For never again will they call that child from its play
Or give them a loving tuck in at the end of the day.
Aberfan in the future will think of the past
For memories are treasures forever to last.
God bless Aberfan in her dreadful sorrow
Help her to see through to a brighter tomorrow.
May they see a rainbow after the pain
One day Aberfan may you all smile again.
Lovingly composed by Mary Rodham, aged 44 (plus a bit more)