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These Pennsylvania hills will be standing
When the dust of mines and mills
Has settled to the rocks
But the wheels don’t hold still
For the little boys and girls
The whistle still blows twice a day at 6 o’clock
A polish miner’s son
Loved a mill town preacher’s girl
They knew quite well it never was to be
But hopes and dreams come strong
To the hearts and minds of some
They’d meet at night upon a bed of leaves
On Sundays hand in hand
They’d whisper low a plan
In times that they stole behind the lock
In the way young hearts can love
And dream of things to come
They walked the hills that overlooked the docks
When the world bought a war
Like many times before
A miner’s son marched off to pay the cost
And those who lived in toil
Gave all they had on foreign soil
The whistle still blowed twice a day at 6 o’clock
From the steeple to the throne
None of His angels could atone
For the children of the children of the cloth
And secrets that are made
Come to the light of day
And she walked the hills that overlooked the docks
The cold Mon River waters do no care for unwed mothers
As they run through the valleys and the locks
And with child inside they’d made
Growing bigger everyday
A mill town preacher’s girl stepped off the dock
And these Pennsylvania hills will be standing
When the dust of mines and mills
Has settled to the rocks
But the wheels don’t hold still
For the little boys and girls
The whistle still blows twice a day at 6 o’clock
Written by: Pat Reedy
